Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 243

The auctioneer’s voice rang out again, this time carrying a weight of ceremony reserved only for the final item of the night.

“Thank you all for your enthusiastic bids,” he announced, pausing just long enough for the anticipation to settle over the crowd. “Now, we come to the last item of tonight’s charity auction.”

After a dramatic pause, he continued, “This isn’t a design by the renowned Nimbus. Instead, it’s a personal possession—something she once owned and cherished. The starting bid is zero—please, bid whatever your heart suggests. It’s all about the spirit of giving.”

As the curtains drew back, a display case glittered under the lights, revealing a classic Bulgari diamond necklace—its elegant design and dazzling stones signaling its undeniable worth.

“It’s a Bulgari necklace…” someone murmured.

“Sure, it’s a luxury piece, but compared to those last two paintings, it doesn’t seem as significant,” another whispered.

“Wait! The important thing is—it belonged to Nimbus! Nimbus… is a woman? Otherwise, why would she have worn this necklace?”

“Oh my God! That’s huge! Nimbus is a woman?!”

With that, both the crowd and the online audience erupted into a flurry of speculation. Suddenly, Nimbus’s gender became the hottest topic of the night.

Julian barely registered the necklace’s material value or whatever hidden meaning it might hold. All he knew was that his total lagged just behind Bennett’s, and he needed to win this final item. Without a second thought, he raised his paddle, his voice tinged with restless urgency.

“Two million.”

The room collectively arched its eyebrows.

“Is he out of his mind? Even for Bulgari, that necklace’s market price isn’t close to two million.”

“Well, it’s not just about the necklace—it’s a chance to meet Nimbus herself.”

“Besides, he’s only trailing Mr. Boyd by a hair.”

“Looks like Mr. Locke is determined to see this through.”

The online chat lit up:

Wow, this guy’s pretty dashing too! Tonight’s a feast for the eyes!

Wait, is nobody else bidding? Is he just going to walk away with it?

The auctioneer was just about to ask for the next bid when a cool, unhurried voice floated across the ballroom.

“Two and a half million.”

All eyes turned to Gwyneth.

The chat exploded:

Gorgeous woman’s got game! She’s stunning!

Wait a sec—weren’t these two engaged? Why are they bidding against each other?

Oh, right! It’s that merger between the Fletchers and the Lockes! But look—he’s got another woman on his arm! That’s not Ms. Fletcher!

“Five million!”

He all but roared the number, trying to crush her with sheer financial muscle, daring her to back off.

A gasp rippled through the ballroom. Five million for a necklace barely worth a fraction of that? This wasn’t philanthropy anymore—it was a bid for something money alone couldn’t buy.

Gwyneth watched as Julian, utterly consumed by the contest, fell straight into her hands. She let the faintest smile play on her lips. But she knew when to stop—any further, and Julian, having learned from his earlier mistakes, might not take the bait.

Letting him spend five million on a necklace she’d long grown tired of was satisfaction enough. She almost looked forward to the dinner they’d share when he came to collect it.

So, with everyone watching, Gwyneth lowered her paddle with perfect grace and lifted her champagne glass, taking a delicate sip to signal she was done.

Julian’s face immediately lit up in a victorious grin—he looked for all the world like a man who’d just conquered a battlefield.

But the online crowd saw it differently:

Wait, why’d Gwyneth stop? Did she run out of money?

No, the cheater was just trying to force her out by raising the price!

So shameless! Guys, remember—boycott Locke and Harvest! Support Fletcher all the way!

Yeah! Let’s help Gwyneth earn it all back—make him pay!