LittleNovelChapter 827: Bruce's brows lifted slightly. The question itself was expected, but seeing Jacob up close sent an eerie sense of familiarity through him. He had seen this man somewhere before—he was certain of it. But Jacob's unassuming features made the memory elusive, slipping through his grasp like grains of sand.
Shaking off the thought, Bruce reached into his pocket and retrieved a card. "By card," he said, his voice even. Jacob produced a POS machine, already prepared in advance, and handed it over.
Bruce completed the transaction with a swift motion, and the moment the payment was confirmed, Jacob gave a subtle nod. The men behind him stepped forward, carefully presenting the jewelry set that had been won at auction.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust as everything seemed settled, the venue was plunged into darkness.
A hushed murmur rippled through the audience, startled by the sudden dimming of lights. Then, as if on cue, the auctioneer strode onto the stage, a practiced smile gracing his face. "Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcthe representative of the charity auction's organizing committee to deliver a speech!" Applause erupted, loud yet hollow.
The audience's expressions betrayed their lack of interest-this was a formality, a segment they endured rather than anticipated.
"Why is she there?" A voice from the crowd cut through the applause like a blade.
Heads turned sharply toward the stage.
There, stepping forward with unshaken poise, was Corrine.
She was a vision of elegance draped in a white silk gown that skimmed over her figure with effortless grace. With every step, the soft fabric shifted, offering teasing glimpses of her long, sculpted legs.
She exuded an air of refined allure, but her presence was not warm-it was distant, untouchable, like an ethereal beauty meant only to be admired from afar.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe stage lights cast a golden glow on her features, making the striking depths of her eyes all the more mesmerizing.
Explore magic at gvlnovsco Corrine's expression remained unreadable as she reached the center of the stage. Taking the microphone from the auctioneer, she addressed the room in an even, measured tone. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for gracing us with your presence this evening. I truly appreciate your generous support of this charity auction." She paused briefly, her gaze lifting toward a specific private box-where Bruce and Leah sat.
From his seat, Bruce felt his entire body freeze. It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, the cold sinking deep into his bones.
A suffocating pressure settled over him, rendering his limbs heavy, his thoughts sluggish.
How? How had Corrine becan organizer of tonight's event?
His grip tightened around the armrest as unease slithered through his veins like a venomous whisper. His handsfeatures darkened, his brows furrowing. Something felt off-very off.
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