He smiled faintly but didn't answer. Instead, he lifted his paddle.
"Four million," he said.
The auctioneer beamed. "We have four million—thank you, Mr. Domango. Do I hear five?"
"Five million," a voice rang sharp across the room.
Richard's head turned instantly. So did everyone else's.
It was Jessica Hale, poised and fierce with chin lifted defiantly. Her eyes didn't even flick to Richard. She stared straight at the necklace with tight lips.
Shantel's breath caught, though she did not move. She watched her mother quietly from behind her mask.
Why was Jessica bidding against Richard? Was this about the necklace… or about her— the mysterious woman who had taken Shantel's place beside Richard?
"Six," Richard said smoothly, barely glancing at her.
Jessica's response was immediate. "Seven."
Whispers erupted behind them.No one outbid Richard Domango—not this easily. Not without a message.
