Chapter 50 Chapter 50

Chapter 50 Chapter 50
At that moment, without wasting another second, Tasha gestured toward the grand entrance ahead of them.
“We should go now,” she said, her tone purposeful. “Let’s get inside and put everything in place. At the very least, we need to have a clear idea of the kind of auction this is and the kind of antique we are going to buy for my uncle.”

She glanced at the others, making sure they were following.
“So let’s move quickly, settle down first, and understand exactly what we’re dealing with.”
Everyone nodded.
There was no reason to linger outside.
The entire place already carried an air of exclusivity and prestige, and all of them were eager to step inside and see with their own eyes what kind of auction was important enough to draw people of that caliber.

So together, they began walking toward the entrance.
Their pace was measured but eager, each step echoing a quiet excitement none of them wanted to say aloud too soon. The polished floors reflected the warm lights spilling from the high glass panels. Beyond the entrance, they could already catch hints of elegant interior décor, soft music, and the kind of atmosphere that announced wealth without needing to shout it.

But the moment they reached the doorway, two security guards standing at the entrance stepped forward and raised a hand, halting them.
“Sorry,” one of the guards said firmly. “This auction is strictly exclusive. Important guests and VIPs only.”
The other added, “Without an invitation, no one is allowed through.”
The words made Vincent’s family pause instantly.

For a brief moment, the earlier confidence in their faces flickered. Deborah exchanged a quick glance with Mr. Bushman. Jessica’s eyes shifted to Tasha. Vincent himself went still, silently hoping there would not be any unnecessary embarrassment at the entrance.
Then Tasha stepped forward.
She did not panic, she did not look uncertain.
Instead, she spoke with calm assurance.

“My uncle is General Zachariah,” she said. “He told me about this already, and he said that once I mentioned his name, it would be enough. He said arrangements had already been made and that you would allow us in.”
The guards exchanged a quick glance.
Immediately, one of them seemed to remember something. His expression changed from guarded to attentive.

“Yes,” he said after a moment. “There were indeed instructions about a small group expected to arrive—about four or five people.”
The second guard looked more closely at them, then nodded.
“The description matches,” he said. “And yes, the picture also fits.”
At once, their posture softened.
“Sorry for stopping you,” one of them said respectfully. “You may proceed.”
That single sentence changed everything.
Relief instantly swept across the family.

Vincent let out a breath he had not realized he had been holding. Deborah’s face brightened at once. Jessica almost smiled to herself. Mr. Bushman straightened proudly, clearly pleased that they had passed what felt like the first real test of the day.
They had crossed the first hurdle.
And not just crossed it they had done so with the kind of effortless recognition that came from being connected, however indirectly, to someone like General Zachariah.

Without wasting more time, they began moving toward the main hall.
But just as they were about to continue inside, something drew their attention back toward the entrance.
Someone else was approaching, It happened almost at once.
Jessica was the first to notice.
Her eyes narrowed, and she turned slightly toward the approaching figure.
“Isn’t that Megan?” she said.
The moment she said it, everyone instinctively looked in the same direction.

And there she was.
Megan.
Walking toward the entrance with her usual composed expression, as though she had every right to be there.
Mr. Bushman’s face changed immediately.
“She’s the one,” he said. “That is actually Megan.”
Deborah turned sharply, outrage already beginning to rise in her voice.
“What the hell is she doing here?” she demanded. “Seriously, what is she doing here? Is she here to cause trouble again? Is she here to create another scene?”

Vincent’s jaw tightened so hard that the muscles in his face visibly shifted.
“She is definitely here to cause trouble,” he said darkly. “I’m very sure of it. That girl that evil being—does nothing except stalk us and follow us around to know what we are doing.”

His eyes remained locked on Megan as she drew closer.
“That is the only explanation for why she is here at this exact time,” he continued bitterly. “We just got here, and now she has shown up too? She is stalking us. She wants to make sure we are ruined.”

Hearing Vincent speak with such certainty, Tasha could not help the small smile that crossed her face.
It was not a smile of amusement exactly, but one of cool confidence.
Because unlike the rest of them, she was not worried.
Not even slightly.
Somewhere in her mind, she already believed this situation would not go in Megan’s favor. Not here. Not today. Not under these circumstances.

So she said, calmly, “That is never going to happen.”
Then, with a firmer tone, she added, “It is never going to happen. Just allow me to handle this.”
But Vincent immediately shook his head.
“I will not allow you to handle it alone,” he said, anger rising in him again. “This is getting extremely annoying, and I need to put a stop to this nonsense as quickly as possible.”

Meanwhile, Megan had already seen them.
She noticed the cluster of familiar faces near the entrance, but she did not slow down. Even from a distance, she could feel the hostility in the way they were staring at her, but she had no interest in engaging with any of it.

She had come because she had promised Liam she would.
Even though he had called earlier to explain that an urgent family matter had come up and he would not be able to come pick her himself, he had apologized sincerely and promised to make it up to her. Megan had accepted that.
In truth, Liam’s absence was not even the main thing on her mind now.
The real reason she had still decided to come was the ring.
That ring.
The one she had heard would be displayed.

The one that had caught her attention so strongly that she had been unable to stop thinking about it, that was what she wanted to see.
Not drama, not Vincent’s family.
Not whatever fresh accusation they were ready to throw at her this time.

So she continued toward the entrance, fully intending to walk past them, enter the venue, check what she came for, and leave.
But before she could take another proper step, Vincent, Deborah, Jessica, Mr. Bushman, and the rest of them moved at once and blocked her path.
They formed a wall right in front of her.

Then Megan stopped.
Her eyes moved over them, one after the other, then Vincent stepped slightly forward, his face dark with accusation, and said, “What the hell are you doing here, you stalker.”