Chapter 362

The auction hall glittered under dazzling crystal chandeliers. Raina Qi's palm grew clammy around her bidding paddle.

"One hundred fifty million, first call!"

The auctioneer's voice echoed through the venue. Her gaze locked onto Viola Shi's direction, but the other woman didn't even glance her way.

"Mr. Chen..." Her voice trembled. "I never expected this..."

Chen shoved her hand away, fury blazing in his eyes. "Idiot! You've been played!"

Raina's face turned ashen. Her nails dug crescent moons into her palms.

"One hundred fifty million, second call!"

Whispers from surrounding guests pierced like daggers.

"Mrs. Nie certainly spends lavishly..."

"Rumor says the Chen Group's cash flow is tight..."

"This will be entertaining..."

Her head snapped up, meeting Viola's mocking half-smile.

"Vi," Yvonne Su tugged Viola's sleeve. "The Chen Group may not rival the Shis, but—"

Viola toyed with her champagne flute, crimson lips curling. "What's there to fear?" Her voice dripped indifference. "Let's see if Nicholas Nie cleans up her mess."

"One hundred fifty million, third call! Sold!"

The gavel's crack made Raina flinch.

Chen rose with a thunderous expression. "Fix this yourself." He strode out without looking back.

In the restroom mirror, Raina stared at her ghostly reflection. With shaking fingers, she dialed.

"Nicholas, I—"

"Have you lost your mind?!" His roar made her eardrums throb. "Get back here now!"

The call ended. She studied her flawless makeup in the mirror—then smashed her fist through the glass.

Shards sliced her fingertips. Blood dripped onto the marble countertop, each crimson drop mirroring her shattered dignity.