The Apology from My Ex and His Mistress novel Chapter 84

So, Roxanne smiled and waited to see Serena give in and admit defeat!

On Stephanie’s side, Jeremiah was already totally freaking out.

“What was Maxwell doing!” Jeremiah stood right up. If Stephanie hadn’t pressed his arm, he probably would’ve rushed over to Maxwell.

“He brought Roxanne here, fine, he let Roxanne use his number to bid, fine, he even let Roxanne bid against you for that Tanzanite, I could still say he didn’t know what was going on with the Tanzanite, but now?”

Jeremiah’s chest kept heaving with anger.

“At a live auction with reporters present, and it would be reported in the news later, he engaged in unlimited bidding for his mistress. Does he ever think about his wife?”

Jeremiah looked at Stephanie, who still had that calm look on her face, and felt more heartache than anger.

Everyone there knew that even though the auction inside the villa was private and everyone followed the rules and kept quiet about it, once the auction ended and they left the villa, everyone would definitely

find out.

Whether it was the reporters or Roxanne, none of them would let this chance go.

So, “Stephanie” was definitely going to become a joke nailed to the pillar of shame!

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This was still when nobody knew that Serena was actually Stephanic.

If I knew…

Jeremiah just couldn’t imagine.

But Stephanie just calmly looked at Maxwell standing over there, her face hidden under the mask, and no one knew what she was thinking. –

It turned out it only took seven years.

Seven years could totally change a boy.

Let him easily give all the special treatment he once gave her to other

Women.

What flashed before my eyes was seven years ago, at that private auction, the boy standing up with his right hand raised high over his head.

Finally, the corners of Stephanie’s mouth lifted a little, drawing a hint of a mocking smile on her face, but her eyes were cold.

“Serena, are we still bidding?” Jeremiah asked worriedly from the side.

But Stephanie’s lips were all smiles.

There was no frustration, oppression, or resentment from lack of money or power, only laughter.

After a burst of dazzling lights, the auctioneer spoke up excitedly: “The bidding was still going on, everyone, please keep bidding.”

But my eyes looked over at seat 823.

Everyone there was like that.

Everyone wanted to see what choice the woman holding the number

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823 sign would make.

Right at that moment, everyone saw a hand slowly reaching out from the shadows.

It was still that snow–white hand, holding the number 823 sign.

Then, on the next board, there was a string of numbers.

At the same time, on the auctioneer’s stage, the bidding numbers changed.

5 million.

A new number showed up in everyone’s eyes.

The auctioneer looked at the bidding number in disbelief, then looked

at the hand on the second floor, checking again and again.

Finally, the auctioneer said loudly:

“Bidder 823 kept bidding, offered 5 million!”

The crowd went wild.

“823 was still bidding?! What did she mean?”

“Maxwell engaged in unlimited bidding, and she still raised?”

“Did she actually want to blow up Maxwell’s lamp?”

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