Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 429

Chapter 429: The Duchess’s Diamond Necklace

The Clarence Auction

While other cities of Country Y were relatively at peace, getting ready for a night’s rest, Clarence Auction House was alive with lights and chatter. Standing tall under the golden lights, its environment pulsated with energy.

Luxury cars rolled to a stop one after the other outside the grand building. Reporters and photographers clustered near the red-carpet walkway, their cameras flashing, hoping to capture the arrivals of tonight’s most influential guests.

Bouncers in tailored black suits stood at strategic points, their stern gazes sweeping across the growing crowd, ensuring both order and security.

A sleek black car slowly pulled up at the end of the red carpet, a security man stepped forward to open the door.

With a deep breath, Davis stepped out. Dressed in a sharp charcoal suit that defined his broad frame, he moved with graceful composure.

Ethan followed closely behind. Davis gave him a brief glance, then set his focus straight ahead. With steady, confident strides, he mounted the red carpet.

His face expressionless, his gaze cold and focused on the door as he walked.

The reporters erupted instantly. The controlled line broke as they surged forward, their microphones thrust out, cameras flashing in blinding sequence as they fired a series of questions at him.

"You’ve stopped attending auction events for years, why appear tonight?"

Is there an item that caught your eyes?

Should we expect the Allen Group planning on its expansion again?

Are you interested in Meredith Island or the rare blue diamond necklace?

The questions tumbled over one another, sharp and eager. But Davis only offered a small, enigmatic smile.

Without a single word, he continued forward, passing them by and vanishing into the glowing hall, leaving the reporters buzzing with frustration and speculation.

Moments later, another stream of cars arrived. Guests alighted one after the other, giving the media plenty of distractions. Among them came Jessica and Richard.

Quietly, she stepped out of the car, her signature mask as Lady Bright in place, tonight she was rocking this identity.

With extraordinary calmness, she made her way past the reporters, not attracting their attention—an exact situation she wanted for this auction.

"Wait! Isn’t that Lady Bright?" one sharp-eyed reporter suddenly shouted. His words sliced through the crowd, snapping heads and cameras toward her.

But she was already close to the entrance, the doors almost swallowing her silhouette.

Their hearts fell at the news they had just missed. It was quite known among the elites Lady Bright wasn’t easy to come by, and her true identity had always remained a mystery so many wanted to solve but couldn’t.

They couldn’t recollect the last time she was seen. It was as though she had vanished from the face of the earth.

While she made her way into the door, the reporters erupted with murmurings:

"Do you think this auction might be the highest in the history of Clarence House?

I don’t just think, but I smell fierce competition tonight.

So bad, I couldn’t interview Lady Bright, maybe she might have mentioned her purpose.

Another reporter scoffed, ’Do you think she wants to talk yet bypassed you?’

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