My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 120

Rebekah's knuckles whitened as she gripped the auction paddle.

Candice's words were a curse that had taken root inside her, sprouting like a poisonous weed. She didn't feel she owed Candice anything, but the memory of her grandmother being scolded by the Fletchers for showing her favor refused to fade.

For a moment, she was lost.

She couldn't hold on to her memories with the Fletcher family, she couldn't hold on to her grandmother, and now, she couldn't even hold on to her grandmother's art.

"One million, going once. One million, going twice. One million—"

Just as the auctioneer's gavel was about to fall, Jensen raised his paddle.

"Two million."

He then changed his grip, extending his index and middle fingers in a gesture directed at the entire room. "Any other bids?"

It was a power play, a signal everyone in the high-stakes auction circuit understood. People who had previously shown no interest in the painting were suddenly intrigued by Jensen. The auction was a sizable event, filled with people of considerable means, and for someone to make such a bold move, they had to be more than just an ordinary employee.

Many eyes were now on Jensen, sizing him up, but no one recognized him.

Rebekah looked at him in shock. "What are you doing?"

When she'd mentioned wanting the painting earlier, Jensen had said nothing, which meant his boss hadn't instructed him to bid on it. Was he suddenly bidding for her?

"Jensen, I don't need this," she whispered urgently. "Don't do something foolish." Using his boss's money for a personal matter could get him fired.

Jensen just smiled at her. "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

"Two million! Sold!"

"I earned it, of course. I've managed to put a little away after all these years."

Rebekah's frown deepened as she studied him, her gaze analytical. Jensen met her look with a playful smile, his charming eyes upturned at the corners, a hint of pride in them.

Finally, Rebekah relented. She hugged the painting and pulled a bank card from her purse. "There's a million in here. I'll figure out a way to pay you back the rest, with interest."

The smile vanished from Jensen's lips. He was deeply annoyed that she was keeping such a strict account with him, but he knew he wasn't in a position to object.

He didn't take the card. "Aren't you planning to open a studio? If you're calculating interest, just add this to the tab. You can pay me back when you're making money. Or consider it an investment, and 'Boss Fletcher' can pay me dividends later."

Clutching the card, Rebekah couldn't help but worry. "But will you have enough left for yourself?"

Jensen couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.