The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 239

“It seems Mrs. Stapleton is quite the art collector. I happen to have a piece by Joshua Zade, ‘Spring River,’ at home. I’ll have it sent over for you. If you like it, you can hang it up. If not, just toss it aside.”

The man’s words were dripping with flattery, but they also implied that spending tens of millions on a painting by an unknown artist was a foolish waste.

“Even works by the most famous contemporary artists rarely fetch sixty million.”

“And it has very little collection value.”

Once one person spoke up, others became more direct.

Penelope knew that if she wanted it, Theodore would buy it for her, no matter the cost. But it was a debt she could never repay.

“Forget it. Let the other person have it.”

Theodore gently stroked her cheek, then said into the phone, “One hundred million.”

The words stunned not only the people at the auction but everyone in the room. This was… completely unnecessary.

Penelope was so shocked she grabbed Theodore’s hand and shook her head frantically.

“Don’t worry. This money won’t be spent for nothing.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll collect the debt from you.”

Hearing this, a sense of dread washed over Penelope. She was a good earner, but a hundred million? It would probably take her a lifetime to pay that back.

As expected, after 8821 bid one hundred million, 8003 did not counter.

“One hundred million, going once, going twice… sold!”

The moment Penelope heard the gavel fall, tears welled up in her eyes. Not wanting anyone to see, she buried her face in Theodore’s chest.

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