Chapter 110

The following morning, Isabella and Emily prepared for the auction with understated elegance.

Neither wore anything overly extravagant, yet their natural beauty turned heads the moment they stepped into the grand hall.

Emily, a familiar face in high society, had attended several auctions before. But Isabella was an enigma—someone the elite hadn’t seen before.

Whispers spread like wildfire. Which influential family did she belong to?

Their seats were modest, placed toward the middle-back section.

They arrived just in time. Moments after settling in, the auctioneer took the stage.

Then, a stir erupted near the front.

Isabella’s breath hitched when she spotted them.

Emily leaned in, voice low. "Alexander and Victoria. They’re here too." A pause. "Did you know?"

Isabella shook her head.

She hadn’t expected him. He hadn’t mentioned it.

Since the last high-profile event, Victoria had cemented her place among the elite. Now, seated beside Alexander, she commanded attention effortlessly.

Last time, her outfit had cost a fortune. Tonight was no different.

The diamond jewelry alone was staggering—but her gown was the real showstopper.

Designed by Imes, a legend who only crafted three pieces a year, each worth millions.

The numbers added up quickly. Tens of millions spent on her in just two appearances.

The message was clear: Alexander spared no expense.

Victoria shimmered in sapphire satin, the lights catching every delicate bead. With her striking features, she was undeniably the center of attention.

Front-row seats weren’t just about visibility—they were a statement of power.

Murmurs of envy rippled through the crowd as Alexander and Victoria took their places—dead center.

The very middle of the first row.

That wasn’t just prestige. That was dominance.

Emily’s lips pursed. "They get the spotlight while we’re stuck in the shadows."

Isabella had long stopped caring about Alexander’s blatant favoritism.

Her goal tonight was simple: find the perfect birthday gift for her grandmother. Seating arrangements didn’t matter.

Emily huffed. "Does he even know where we are? He hasn’t glanced back once."

The tickets had likely been arranged by his staff. Whether he knew their exact location was irrelevant.

Even if he did, he wouldn’t bother looking.