Even After Death

Chapter 92

As Everly took her seat, the lights dimmed.

Marina whispered a threat, “Don’t push your luck, Everly.”

“Push my luck? I haven’t even exposed you as a homewrecker yet,” Everly retorted. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Despite the dim lighting, she could see that Marina had turned as pale as a ghost. This, in turn, brought a cheerful smile to Everly’s face.

“I just love how you can’t do anything about me even though you can’t stand me. Marina, I’ve got evidence of all the things you’ve done.

“If you dare provoke me and Liv again, I just might reveal everything to the whole world. If I were you, I would cut my losses and stop right here. Don’t act all high and mighty when you’re nothing but a sly fox.”

Glaring at her fiercely, Marina remained quiet.

Meanwhile, Olivia hadn’t expected to meet Ethan again so soon.

They didn’t talk at all, and any passerby would have thought that they were strangers. They were both indifferent to the auction going on, not reacting to the high prices offered.

As the auction approached its end, Shawn himself took the stage. “Next is an ancient garden estate that boasts a history of a hundred years.”

A classic garden estate was displayed on the screen.

The Fordham residence had been built by Olivia’s ancestors. Later, it had been redesigned and renovated to incorporate some modern elements while retaining its historical significance.

Its selling point was its excellent location, which was in the most happening area of the city. It was highly valuable, regardless of whether one wanted it for personal use or business purposes.

From the pictures, Olivia saw the familiar courtyard, where the flowers on the tree were about to bloom. She remembered that Jeff had buried his best wine under the tree, saying that he would dig them up for a toast after she had a child. Alas, he couldn’t wait that long.

Shawn announced, “We’ll begin the bid at the price of one billion dollars. Feel free to offer a higher bid if you are interested. It’ll be hard to find a location like this.”

Olivia and Ethan both raised their paddles at the same time.

“Two billion dollars,” they said together.

Olivia looked at Ethan, unable to comprehend why he wanted to compete with her. The property was special to her. What did it mean to him?

Just then, Ethan’s phone vibrated, and Marina’s message appeared on the screen. “Ethan, I want the Fordham residence.”

Olivia had saved five billion dollars for this property. The Fordham residence was in a prime location and had great commercial value. Experts had gauged its market price to be in the range of 2.5 billion dollars to three billion dollars.

“2.1 billion dollars,” Olivia continued bidding, determined to win. After her second bid, Ethan was the only other bidder still contending

“Three billion dollars.”

By raising the price, he was telling Olivia that he intended to get the property and that she should stop bidding.

He knew her limits–after donating half her money, she would only have five billion dollars left. Five billion dollars was an astronomical sum to many, but to the wealthy Millers, it was merely a drop in the bucket.

Olivia’s grip on the paddle tightened. Gritting her teeth, she announced, “3.5 billion dollars.”

This was her telling Ethan that she wouldn’t back down. The Fordham residence was very important to her.

However, Ethan raised the paddle once again. “Four billion dollars.”

Everly, who’d been squabbling with Marina just a few moments ago, was suddenly in a low mood. Ethan had to be doing this intentionally. There was no way he didn’t know how important Fordham residence was to Olivia.

Smirking, Marina asked, “What do you think Olivia will do if the price is raised to five billion dollars?”

Finally, it was all clear to Everly. “You’re the one who wants Fordham residence, not Ethan.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Marina answered, “Ethan always gives me what I want.”

As Everly took her seat, the lights dimmed.

Marina whispered a threat, “Don’t push your luck, Everly.”

“Push my luck? I haven’t even exposed you as a homewrecker yet,” Everly retorted.

Despite the dim lighting, she could see that Marina had turned as pale as a ghost. This, in turn, brought a cheerful smile to Everly’s face.

“I just love how you can’t do anything about me even though you can’t stand me. Marina, I’ve got evidence of all the things you’ve done.

“If you dare provoke me and Liv again, I just might reveal everything to the whole world. If I were you, I would cut my losses and stop right here. Don’t act all high and mighty when you’re nothing but a sly fox.”

Glaring at her fiercely, Marina remained quiet.

Meanwhile, Olivia hadn’t expected to meet Ethan again so soon.

They didn’t talk at all, and any passerby would have thought that they were strangers. They were both indifferent to the auction going on, not reacting to the high prices offered.

As the auction approached its end, Shawn himself took the stage. “Next is an ancient garden estate that boasts a history of a hundred years.”

A classic garden estate was displayed on the screen.

The Fordham residence had been built by Olivia’s ancestors. Later, it had been redesigned and renovated to incorporate some modern elements while retaining its historical significance.

Its selling point was its excellent location, which was in the most happening area of the city. It was highly valuable, regardless of whether one wanted it for personal use or business purposes.

From the pictures, Olivia saw the familiar courtyard, where the flowers on the tree were about to bloom. She remembered that Jeff had buried his best wine under the tree, saying that he would dig them up for a toast after she had a child. Alas, he couldn’t wait that long.

Shawn announced, “We’ll begin the bid at the price of one billion dollars. Feel free to offer a higher bid if you are interested. It’ll be hard to find a location like this.”

Olivia and Ethan both raised their paddles at the same time.

“Two billion dollars,” they said together.

Olivia looked at Ethan, unable to comprehend why he wanted to compete with her. The property was special to her. What did it mean to him?

Just then, Ethan’s phone vibrated, and Marina’s message appeared on the screen. “Ethan, I want the Fordham residence.”

Olivia had saved five billion dollars for this property. The Fordham residence was in a prime location and had great commercial value. Experts had gauged its market price to be in the range of 2.5 billion dollars to three billion dollars.

“2.1 billion dollars,” Olivia continued bidding, determined to win. After her second bid, Ethan was the only other bidder still contending.

“Three billion dollars.”

By raising the price, he was telling Olivia that he intended to get the property and that she should stop bidding.

He knew her limits -after donating half her money, she would only have five billion dollars left. Five billion dollars was an astronomical sum to many, but to the wealthy Millers, it was merely a drop in the bucket.

Olivia’s grip on the paddle tightened. Gritting her teeth, she announced, “3.5 billion dollars.”

This was her telling Ethan that she wouldn’t back down. The Fordham residence was very important to her.

However, Ethan raised the paddle once again. “Four billion dollars.”

Everly, who’d been squabbling with Marina just a few moments ago, was suddenly in a low mood. Ethan had to be doing this intentionally. There was no way he didn’t know how important Fordham residence was to Olivia.

Smirking, Marina asked, “What do you think Olivia will do if the price is raised to five billion dollars?”

Finally, it was all clear to Everly. “You’re the one who wants Fordham residence, not Ethan.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Marina answered, “Ethan always gives me what I want.”