Victor had finally snapped out of his shock, his face now a mask of barely concealed rage.
He leaned closer to Evelyn, his posture tense, whispering something hurriedly in her ear.
Evelyn, who had been silent and wide-eyed since they entered, suddenly looked animated, her lips curling into a tight smirk as she whispered back, her hand gripping his arm firmly.
"They didn’t expect to see me here," Racheal mused inwardly, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. She could feel their panic from across the room, and that was all the reassurance she needed. They knew she was a threat, and that filled her with a quiet sense of triumph.
As the auction proceeded, the stakes rose. More luxurious items were being presented—watches, rare sculptures, pieces of historical significance. But n
