Chapter 130:
With that thought in mind, Charles leaned in slightly and said quietly, “Serena, you okay?”
Millie glanced at him, her eyes lifting just enough to meet his gaze.
Her reply was simple. “Do you trust me?”
That one look from her, hidden behind the mask, sent his heart pounding. Those eyes had a kind of power—enough to make anyone follow her lead. Charles balled his right hand into a tight fist. But a second later, he gave her a small, steady nod.
Things had gone this far already; he was ready to go all in with her, no matter the outcome.
A few seats away, Oakley leaned in, his face lit with glee. He waved at Charles and called out quietly, “Can’t even handle your own woman, and now she’s up against Brandon. Grandpa’s still here at the villa—you’d better be ready for a lecture later!”
The words sent Charles’ anger boiling. Brandon might be out of reach, but Oakley was a different story—Charles wasn’t afraid of him at all.
Without another thought, Charles marched straight over to Oakley.
Oakley sneered, “What are you planning, Charles? You’ve been hanging around Serena for ages—aren’t you tired of it yet? I don’t need a brother who just sucks up to a woman.”
That was all it took for Charles to snap. “You’d better watch what you say!” He clenched his fists, ready for a fight. “If you don’t shut your mouth, don’t blame me for shutting it for you!”
Oakley refused to back down. “Go ahead, see if that helps. You should just wait — Grandpa’s going to have plenty to say to you later!”
The argument quickly spiraled, drawing attention from all around. Interest sparked on the second floor as more people watched the brothers’ bickering.
Jayceon even tried to get involved, but Adriana quickly yanked him back by the ear and forced him into his seat.
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A sigh slipped from Adriana. “Will you ever learn to act like an adult?”
Jayceon murmured, sounding as miserable as a scolded puppy, “As long as Myron acts the part, I’ll just do whatever…”
If Jayceon had been more driven or capable, the Elliott brothers would likely fight each other for power just like the Evans brothers. That fact had always been obvious to him.
“That’s enough.” The words came from a man hidden in the dimness between the rows, and it was only then that the two finally brought their antics to a halt. Meanwhile, the auction rolled on.
Over at seat 888, Vivian hesitated, then leaned toward Brandon as if trying to calm things down. “Brandon, what are we supposed to do now?”
She added, her voice dripping with feigned concern but carrying an edge, “Does she really need that tanzanite?”
Brandon still refused to acknowledge her. His cold, focused stare remained locked on seat 823.
Though Serena lingered in the shadows, the silver-white satin of her gown caught the faintest light, making her presence impossible to ignore, even without the glow of moonlight.
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