Chapter 47 She Has Already Let Go
Amelia took a deep breath and looked up at the starry sky.
Yes, she had let it go.
She looked down again, and everything returned to calm.
Amelia withdrew her gaze, smiled, and said, "Sorry, Mr. Brown, I've said too much for someone you barely know."
She drained her glass: "The intermission is almost over. I should head down now."
With that, Amelia walked past William.
"No need to follow anymore." Just as Amelia was about to reach the corridor, William's voice came from behind.
How many times had he spoken up for Isabella in front of her, fighting for Isabella's interests?
For Isabella's sake, he really could do anything.
Amelia didn't pause or look back. She walked straight into the passage.
Leaving William alone, watching her retreating figure.
The evening breeze blew past. The next moment, William's figure also disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Voices of discussion drifted from the small garden with the wind.
"...I'm betting 5 million dollars that 888 will win!"
"That's way too much."
"Look who owns paddle 888. Whatever he wants, he gets!"
"True. This makes it kind of boring though."
"It's still interesting! How about we change the bet—let's bet on how many times 823 will dare to counter if William makes a move."
"Good idea! I bet zero times!"
"I bet once!"
...
"Any other bets?"
"That's funny. Besides maybe gritting their teeth and going one more time at most, I can't imagine more than that!"
Everyone laughed, not taking it too seriously.
On the other side, Isabella was messaging someone using an alternate account.
Isabella: What's Oliver's attitude toward Lika now? I heard she came out looking completely calm after talking with Oliver. Are you losing your touch?
Mystery Person: What are you talking about? A man can't be told he's losing his touch!
Mystery Person: Don't worry. Jeffrey got into a fight after seeing Lika come out, which shows his mindset is unstable.
Mystery Person: Plus, I know Grandpa—he won't easily change his mind. Lika going against William like this will definitely backfire on her! Once Jeffrey fails, you can deal with whoever you want.
Isabella smiled slightly, then typed and sent a message.
Isabella: I feel better hearing you say that. I got a bit nervous when I heard Oliver wanted to see her.
Mystery Person: Silly.
...
As the two chatted intensely, William returned and glanced over.
Isabella sensed something. She immediately put away her phone.
"William, you're back," she said with a smile.
William didn't think much of it and just nodded.
He didn't have a habit of snooping on others' conversations, so he had only glanced and looked away.
But that avatar Isabella was using just now...
It shouldn't be the account Isabella normally used to message him—probably an alternate account.
Just that avatar—it felt strangely familiar, like he'd seen it somewhere before.
On the other side, in a private box on the second floor, Otis was happily watching everyone, muttering under his breath.
A glamorous woman sitting beside him finally lost her patience and kicked him right in the face.
"Why are you hitting me!"
Otis clutched his face and yelled.
The woman's response was—another kick.
Otis quickly ran away, hiding in a corner.
Only then did the woman roll her eyes and continue drinking her tea.
Otis felt wronged. The Jenkins family, as one of the three major powers, was very harmonious.
They weren't like the Brown family, where William single-handedly held up the entire Brown Group, nor were they like the Adams family where three children fought to become king. Instead, they had a very harmonious relationship.
The family had already divided responsibilities—his more capable older brother managed the company, but he and his sister were also valued by their brother and assigned to participate in many company matters.
You could say the whole family pulled in the same direction, which was why the Jenkins family became one of Shadow City's three major powers.
It's just that as the youngest child in the family, he was sometimes really afraid of getting beaten.
"Client privacy is confidential. Don't say what shouldn't be said. If you still don't understand this, Otis, you might as well get out of the Jenkins Group now, before you drag down the average IQ of the Jenkins Group." The woman said while drinking her tea.
Otis nodded. He understood.
He was just too excited. After all, it had been a long time since he'd seen something this interesting.
"I won't dare do it again," Otis muttered.
Only then did the woman nod slightly and let Otis off.
Meanwhile, someone who had witnessed everything sat in the shadows, their expression invisible to anyone.
Time flew by, and under everyone's watchful eyes, the intermission finally ended.
Everyone gathered here once again.
The auctioneer walked onto the stage again, showing everyone the tanzanite.
"Distinguished guests, good evening. The long intermission has passed. Now, let's continue with the exciting bidding round!"
The auctioneer pointed to the display board: "In the first half, the highest bid for this tanzanite was 1.5 million dollars from bidder 823. Now, let's continue the bidding!"
Second floor.
Isabella watched and listened to all this, her eyes flickering slightly, but she didn't speak.
She just wrote down the new bid, then displayed paddle 888 along with her price.
"Since bidder 823's offer in the first half, bidder 888 has also joined the bidding with an offer of 1.8 million dollars!"
The auctioneer immediately announced Isabella's latest bid.
Instantly, it stirred up excitement at the venue.
"I guessed right! William chose to continue bidding. Now it's no longer about this tanzanite—it's about William's dignity!"
"Right! What about 823? What's her thinking? Will she bid again?"
"Not sure. Actually, I don't understand why she bid in the previous rounds either."
At this moment, in William's private box, Isabella smiled at William and said, "William, I didn't bring enough money today. I'll make up the shortfall later. This still counts as my purchase."
But William wasn't looking at her.
"No need." William spoke, but his eyes were only looking toward the seats that belonged to Lika and Jeffrey.
But the person opposite was hidden in the shadows, and William couldn't make out their expression.
Isabella followed his gaze.
Realizing he was waiting to see if the other party would bid again, Isabella also looked over triumphantly.
But the next moment, that pale white hand appeared once more.
In her hand was paddle 823.
"Bidder 823 bids again, offering 2 million dollars!"
Isabella's smile froze on her face.
Discussion erupted among the crowd below.
Everyone was talking wildly.
"823 really dares!"
"I think so too. From the first half to the second half, with an intermission in between where they could have contacted each other privately to resolve the conflict, where does 823 get the confidence to keep challenging William!"
"Is there something going on that we don't know about!"
"I'm so curious, please tell me!"
Just as everyone was discussing and Isabella looked at William to ask if he would bid higher, he suddenly stood up and slowly walked to the railing of the second-floor seats.
"William's making a move! He's coming out! Look, everyone!"
William stood by the railing and raised his right hand. Then everyone saw that his ring finger and pinky were bent, forming a gun shape.
This meant that no matter how much others bid, he would match it.
He was determined to win!