As soon as the host finished speaking, someone immediately raised their paddle and shouted, "One hundred fifty thousand!"
"Two hundred fifty thousand!"
Ariel Morris sat next to Jorge Saxton, looking at the painting with a face full of confusion, "What's so special about this painting?"
The painting depicted a girl in a pristine white wedding dress standing in front of a chapel, the bouquet in her hand having fallen to the ground, while the entire hall was empty...
Jorge Saxton looked at the painting, feeling a sharp pain in his heart, and instinctively glanced at the familiar back sitting in the front right.
Beside that familiar figure was another tall man, and Lydia Brooke looked so delicate and dependent next to him. The two sat side by side, chatting and laughing, the scene was so heartwarming it stung his eyes...
Just as Jorge was lost in thought, he heard Howard Saxton's voice, arrogant and determined, "One million!"
The entire room instantly fell silent.
