My Extraordinary Wife

The first item on auction that night was a porcelain figurine of Harvey’s that was crafted during one of the dynasties of old.
As a result, it was considered a priceless antique that many of the industrial tycoons present clamored among themselves.
In the end, someone won the bid for it at five million.
The next item on the block was a diamond necklace which was sold just as quickly.
When it came to a porcelain vase that was popular with the crowd, Mavis won the bid at six million. She had always been a fan
of intricate porcelain ware.
Meanwhile, when Christian snuck a glance at Spencer, he realized that no matter what he and his wife did, they would fail to
capture the latter’s attention.
Spencer was focused on the stage most of the time.
Ashlyn—in spite of her boredom—was obliged to buy a random antique in support of the disaster recovery efforts.
With the passage of time, the items were auctioned off one by one.
Just when Ashlyn began to feel drowsy, an old book written by a famous poet of old was put on the block, capturing her
attention.
Generally, people were more interested in collecting antiques, jewelry, and paintings.
Therefore, such a book didn’t mean much to them.
“The bid for the book starts at five hundred thousand,” Hera stated in an elegant voice.
No sooner had she spoken than Ashlyn raised her paddle. “One million.”
Her bid drew shocked looks from everyone present. From their perspective, the book wasn’t worth much at all.
She increased the bid by five hundred thousand? What’s wrong with her?
“Honey, is that book worth a lot of money?” Lucas furrowed his brows curiously.

Many of the business magnates present who previously showed no interest in the book were suddenly intrigued by the jump in
Madeline Saunders’ bid.
If Ms. Saunders thinks that this is a treasure, it has to be one!
With that, Ashlyn watched on as the bid for the supposedly worthless book soared to three million before hitting five.
The sudden turn of events caused Ashlyn to grit her teeth in frustration.
What’s wrong with these people? Why are they fighting with me over this old book?
In the end, she let out a sigh as she put her paddle down. “D*mn it. There’s no way I can splurge as much as they can.”
Noticing that Ashlyn had given up, Hera couldn’t resist commenting, “Ms. Berry, are you sure you no longer want the book? Or is
it because Mr. Nolan doesn’t want to buy it for you?”
Her insinuation was clear—Lucas’ just wasn’t that into Ashlyn.
It’s just a book. If he really cares for you, he would’ve bid for it, especially when it only costs a few million. That’s peanuts to him.
Despite furrowing her brows, Ashlyn didn’t pay Hera any heed.
Stooping to her level will only sully my own reputation.
At the same time, Hera’s remarks had ignited whispers among the crowd.
“Isn’t it rude for Ms. Chapman to say such a thing about a guest?”
“Bidding for the item is Ms. Berry’s decision. What has it got anything to do with her?”
The guests’ reactions quickly made Hera realize the faux pas she had committed.
With an aggrieved expression, as if she had been wrongly accused, she attempted to clarify her words. “Ms. Berry, I was just
worried on your behalf. I didn’t want to see you lose something that finally caught your eye.”
However, an indifferent glance was all that Ashlyn spared her in response.

At the same time, Lucas—dressed in a sharp black suit—reprimanded her, “I think you should focus on your job as the host, Ms.
Chapman. The affairs of others are none of your concern.”
A collective snigger broke out across the floor.
Tsk tsk...
Hera’s face lost all color after being given a dressing down.
The way Lucas defended his wife’s honor filled all the women present with envy.
Thereafter, Hera stared at Lucas and Ashlyn with a hateful yet jealous look in her eyes.