Chapter 46 Are You Feeling Sorry for Me?
Amelia's expression remained calm.
This information was easy to find out within the Jenkins Group, and it didn't really prove anything.
"Do you know Amelia?" Otis suddenly asked out of the blue.
"No, I don't," Amelia answered calmly.
"Then I really don't get it." Otis scratched his head.
Amelia smiled, turned around, looked at Otis, and said, "That's perfectly normal. Maybe she liked that tanzanite once, then passed it on to someone else. After changing hands several times, it finally showed up at this auction."
"It's not the same," Otis said seriously. "I heard she really loved that tanzanite. I heard that back then, someone else wanted it at the same time, and she had to pay a price to get it, so she wouldn't just sell it easily."
Amelia looked at Otis for a long time.
Long enough to make him a little scared.
Finally, Amelia smiled and said, "In the end, didn't she already sell it?"
The fact that the tanzanite entered the charity auction meant that whether it was Amelia or the subsequent buyers, they all decided to sell the tanzanite.
Otis was stumped by her words.
He felt what she said made perfect sense.
He couldn't find any reason to argue back.
"Excuse me." After Amelia finished speaking, she nodded slightly, turned and walked down the stairs.
But she had only taken a few steps when she ran right into Isabella.
Amelia felt a headache coming on. She wanted to avoid her, but Isabella walked straight toward her, clearly blocking her path on purpose.
"Lika!"
Isabella was the first to speak.
Amelia stopped and looked calmly at Isabella in front of her, wondering what she wanted to say.
"I advise you to back off," Isabella's eyes were full of threats. "You're just Jeffrey's date. You should at least give William some face. What you're doing will only hurt yourself and Jeffrey!"
Amelia ignored Isabella's words. She just looked up and down at the black dress Isabella was wearing.
The dress did have wedding gown design elements, with delicate layers of lace surrounding her. It was beautiful.
The online rumors were true.
William had always been low-key, but this time he appeared so publicly, bringing Isabella dressed like this.
What was he thinking?
Did he not notice, or was he deliberately indulging her?
Or was he so eager to make things official with Isabella?
Couldn't he even wait out their cooling-off period?
Thinking of this, Amelia lowered her eyes slightly and turned away.
"Isabella, you don't need to tell me all this."
"Whether you want to buy that tanzanite is your business. Whether I want to bid is my business. You and I—may the best person win."
She said softly.
Isabella sneered, "May the best person win? Lika, that's such a meaningless thing to say."
"We both got in here through men, so of course it depends on the men behind us. William is better than Jeffrey, which means I'm better than you."
Amelia was fed up with Isabella's attitude and didn't want to deal with her. She lifted her foot to leave.
"Lika, this is the last chance I'm giving you!" Isabella's voice came from behind. "You're definitely going to lose, and badly! I'll be waiting for you to come begging me!"
Amelia paused slightly, but that was all.
Not wanting to run into anyone else in this corridor, Amelia turned and went up to the rooftop garden on the third floor.
The small garden was crowded with people—business elites, major collectors, entertainment stars, and so on, all gathered here.
They held champagne flutes in their hands, the champagne bubbling with various colors. With each nod and each clink of glasses, both parties seemed to reach some kind of understanding.
The lighting in the rooftop garden was elegant and romantic, with piano music drifting on the wind.
Glasses clinking.
Bright lights and wine flowing.
Perhaps this was exactly the scene being described.
Amelia walked alone to a corner, picked up a glass of champagne, took a light sip, and just stood there in the wind.
Waves of discussion kept coming from all around.
"Today's third item isn't bad either. It's a diary from a seriously ill little girl that was specially found. I think it's worth collecting."
"Actually, I think so too. Many children's paintings show a glimpse of artistic talent, but their circumstances prevent them from continuing to grow."
"I hope this charity auction can bring them some warmth."
"The charity auction dinner hosted by the Adams Group is pretty good. They allocate huge amounts of money to support charity every year, so there's no need to worry about the funds not reaching the right places."
"That's good. What items are you all interested in for the second half?"
"Never mind the items for now, I just want to see who wins between 888 and 823!"
"Me too, me too, it's so exciting!"
"Should we start a betting pool on who'll win?"
...
Everyone wanted to place bets. The crowd that had been talking in low voices was now getting excited.
One by one, eager to try.
The person in question, Amelia, leaned against the edge, letting the noise continue on the other side.
Just then, suddenly, a shadow blocked the light.
Amelia slowly turned around and saw William frowning at her.
Behind him was the endless noise of the betting pool.
Then William spoke: "Why are you doing this?"
They both knew he was talking about bidding on that tanzanite.
Amelia didn't answer. She just looked into his eyes and asked back, "What about you? Why are you doing this? For Isabella?"
William didn't answer. His lips were pressed tightly together.
Before the other person asked this question, he had never carefully considered his own motives.
Just like his life in general, many times he simply thought he should do something and did it.
That was enough for him.
But when this masked woman asked if it was for Isabella, his heart didn't agree.
Actually, he just didn't want that tanzanite to fall into someone else's hands.
That was all.
As for why he didn't want it to, he didn't know.
The woman in front of him had a slender figure. The wind was strong upstairs. Looking at her thin, paper-like silhouette, inexplicably, he said, "Has it always been like this?"
Seeing the woman's questioning look, he said, "Ignoring your health condition and making you go out to work."
Amelia raised her eyebrows slightly, not understanding what William meant.
After thinking for a moment, she spoke, "Is Mr. Brown... feeling sorry for me?"
Not "concerned," but "feeling sorry."
William's lips pressed together slightly. He didn't speak.
Amelia lowered her head. Suddenly, she laughed, but her nose felt sour.
She used to be by his side day and night, and all she got was "she's dying, give her a break." But now she stood before him, and in his eyes she was Jeffrey's woman, yet he chose this moment to offer concern.
How ridiculous.
"Since Mr. Brown thinks I'm Jeffrey's woman, what are you doing now?" Amelia kept her head down, her voice light. "Why are you saying these things to me?"
William looked at the woman before him. She had her head slightly lowered, and the crescent-white half-mask on her face perfectly hid her emotions behind it.
He couldn't see through her.
He didn't understand his own heart either.
So he could only remain silent.
Emotions churning in her heart, Amelia finally raised her head and looked at William, who was frowning and silent before her.
"Mr. Brown, don't show too much concern for anyone except your own people, because that's being unfaithful to her." Amelia paused slightly, then the corners of her mouth turned up as she said softly, "That way, she'll be sad."
Inexplicably, a pair of eyes appeared in William's mind.
A pair of sad eyes.
It was Amelia crying.
"Mr. Brown, some people are dispensable."
"But some people, once they decide to leave, won't look back."
The masked woman's voice was light. She stood there, her red lips opening and closing, looking beautiful and charming.
She was smiling, but inexplicably, he felt like she was... crying.