Chapter 63 Was It Regret?
- “At this point,” Zoe whispered, her gaze fixed on the stage where an emerald necklace gleamed beneath the lights, “we can only pray Emma doesn’t start bidding again.”
- I thought the same thing. But deep down, I already knew better.
- The necklace wasn’t just any accessory; it was one of my family’s most treasured heirlooms, the kind that carried stories and pride. The starting bid was ten million Moon Coins.