Aaron Linton and Jade Shaw were imdiately surprised by Lilian Young’s words.
"Your son is too kind, no need to be so extravagant."
Aaron Linton said to Lilian Young.
Lilian Young glanced at Caleb Lockwood.
Caleb Lockwood’s expression was emotionless, as if he hadn’t heard them at all.
In fact, Lilian Young wasn’t sure why Caleb Lockwood had bid so high for the jewelry designed by Serena Jennings.
Caleb Lockwood had no use for this golden phoenix tail comb.
If he was willing to spend so much, it was definitely to give to a woman he liked.
The first person that ca to Lilian Young’s mind was Claire Shaw.
After all, Claire Shaw was Caleb Lockwood’s first love, and since returning to the country, Caleb had taken great care of her.
However, recently it was visible that Caleb had been more indifferent to Claire Shaw.
Otherwise, Caleb wouldn’t have agreed to et and discuss business with the Linton Family.
On the surface, the Lockwoods and the Lintons had a project to discuss.
But Caleb, cunning as he was, must have realized they were trying to set him up with Wendy Linton.
Previously, wherever Caleb went, Claire Shaw was always by his side.
Yet, for this charity gala, Caleb never ntioned bringing Claire along.
Thinking it over, the only other person Lilian Young could imagine was Wendy Linton.
After all, Caleb was sensible and understood the pros and cons.
In the current circumstances, spending a high amount on jewelry for Wendy would not only win her favor but also earn praise from Aaron Linton and Jade Shaw.
The more Lilian Young thought about it, the more it seed like the truth.
At the sa ti, she couldn’t help but feel gratified. Caleb was indeed the Lockwood heir, knowing how to please Wendy without needing their guidance.
Caleb’s offer of fifty million US dollars deterred all other bidders, including Prince William.
"Idol, are you okay?"
Prince William cautiously noticed the serious expression on Serena Jennings’s face after Caleb said fifty million.
"It’s nothing," Serena shook her head.
Sitting next to Serena, Peter also noticed the change in her expression.
He surmised Serena didn’t want her ticulously designed comb to end up in Caleb’s hands.
Especially since...
Peter glanced at the neighboring table.
At that table, aside from Caleb, who was expressionless, everyone else was chatting and laughing.
Therefore, if Caleb was bidding such a high price for this comb, it was likely for the Linton family’s young lady!
"Fifty-one million."
Suddenly, from a table at the back, a man’s familiar voice reached Serena’s ears.
Serena instinctively turned her head to see the man standing, casually walking forward.
In the dimly lit banquet hall, it wasn’t until he reached the front row that Serena clearly saw his face.
The man wore a royal blue suit, was tall and broad, with high cheekbones frad by gold-rimd glasses, with narrow eyes smiling lazily, exuding a scholarly elegance from head to toe.
Nonetheless, Serena now described this aura with an idiom—
"Gentlemanly scoundrel."
"What are you doing here?"
Serena asked in surprise.
Ian Blackwood adjusted his gold-rimd glasses, leaned in and whispered to Serena:
"Here to cheer you on."
Serena blinked as Ian had a chair brought over and then sat beside her, as if he naturally belonged there.
With an extra person at the table, it instantly beca crowded.
It had been so ti since Serena last saw Ian.
She hadn’t expected Ian to also be at this charity auction.
Sitting close to Serena, Ian seed like he wanted to say sothing to her.
But not now.
"Sixty million."
At the neighboring table, Caleb bid again, his tone nonchalant.
"Caleb..."
Arthur Lockwood tried to stop Caleb.
No matter how much he wanted to impress the Linton family, spending sixty million on a comb was excessive.
That was sixty million US dollars.
Enough to invest in several mid-sized projects or one large one.
Nonetheless, despite Arthur’s attempts, Caleb seed oblivious.
Bidding at the level of sixty million had piqued the curiosity of many guests.
Although Serena’s comb design was exquisite and innovative, and crafted from precious tals and gemstones,
it was, after all, just a comb, a piece of jewelry.
Not a rare original by Da Vinci or Van Gogh.
Even antiques don’t all reach such prices.
Moreover, for Caleb, this comb wasn’t of great functional or collectible value.
Caleb’s willingness to make such a large expenditure was evidently to win a woman’s favor.
So, who was the woman?
Guests began whispering among themselves.
Serena had already guessed Caleb wanted her design to gift to Wendy.
But Caleb’s willingness to spend such a fortune on Wendy still astonished her.
If she rembered correctly, Caleb once acquired a classic pink diamond necklace, one of only ten globally, for Claire.
For the average wealthy person, that necklace wasn’t cheap either; back then, it seed Caleb was splurging for his first love.
Yet that necklace was far from the magnitude of sixty million US dollars.
Even for Lance Lockwood’s birthday, the watch Caleb gifted was rely thirty million.
If soone said Caleb bid sixty million for Claire, she would believe it.
But if they said it was for Wendy, she would be skeptical.
Serena’s gaze unconsciously drifted to the adjacent table.
She was truly curious how far Caleb and Wendy had progressed.
If Caleb was already pursuing Wendy, did that an Claire was abandoned?
Yet Caleb was still supporting Claire’s company, which puzzled Serena.
Surely Caleb wasn’t two-timing?
While mulling this over, Serena heard Ian from beside her:
"Sixty-one million."
Serena’s eyes widened at Ian.
Ian’s eyes, hidden behind gold-rimd glasses, curved into crescents, smiling mischievously.
"Once the bid is accepted, you have to pay up."
Serena softly reminded Ian.
Caleb at least had a reason to bid, but why Ian?
Serena recalled that Ian and Caleb had been rivals since their student days.
Was Ian really willing to spend sixty-one million just to antagonize Caleb...
Serena couldn’t wrap her head around Ian’s logic.
At the neighboring table, seeing Serena whisper to Ian, Caleb’s eyes darkened.
"Seventy million."
"Caleb, you can’t keep this up."
Arthur Lockwood couldn’t help but caution.
"Seventy-one million."
Ian turned to look at Caleb, adjusting his gold-rimd glasses.
Sensing the gaze, Caleb also glanced over.
Compared to Ian’s smiling face, Caleb looked frozen with cold.
"Eighty million."
"Eighty-one million."
"Ninety million."
"Ninety-one million."
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