Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 38: Amelia Wright’s Escort

Editor: Henyee Translations

Alia Wright turned around to see Hailey Smith pushing a wheelchair over, a tall man seated on it.

Although seated in a wheelchair and thus shorter than those around him, he seed to sit on a throne looking down on everyone. The man wore a golden half-mask, and the visible eyes were filled with disdain for the world.

Julius Shaw?

What was he doing here?

Everyone was staring at the man in the wheelchair. Was this the second young master, rumored to have a violent temper and never seen by outsiders?

This was the first public appearance of the Wright family’s second young master, stirring curiosity about the face behind the mask.

The waiter at the door of the Jade and Gold Pavilion was already sweating heavily.

What had he done? He actually blocked the Wright family’s Young Madam!

Hailey Smith pushed Julius Shaw to Alia Wright’s side.

Julius Shaw’s cold eyes turned to Elijah Jefferson and Marsh Smith, exuding the air of a reigning queen...

Marsh Smith, with a darkened face, withdrew back to Ava Wright’s side. He could deceive Alia Wright privately, but he didn’t dare to offend the Shaw family.

Elijah Jefferson and Julius Shaw exchanged glances, showing no fear. Elijah waved to Alia and said, "Little one, since your male companion is here, I’ll take my leave."

Alia Wright nodded in thanks to Elijah.

She then bent slightly, lowered her voice, and said, "Julius Shaw, what do you want to do?"

Previously, at the Elegant Art Academy, he had suddenly appeared, tied her up, and tasted defeat at her hands. Now he appeared here again without reason.

Alia wasn’t sure what Julius Shaw intended, but she knew this man’s nature could very likely disrupt her plans.

Julius Shaw leaned close to Alia, warm breath by her ear, "Don’t be nervous. I’m just here as your male companion. Look, I’m even pretending to be crippled, sitting in a wheelchair."

"You’re not to do anything unnecessary today," Alia said coldly.

"Are you ordering ?" The corner of Julius Shaw’s eye under the mask lifted slightly, as if surprised by Alia’s attitude.

Alia’s tone carried an even stronger warning. "Behave, or I’ll knock you out right now!"

Julius Shaw seed a little stunned.

Alia had already straightened up, standing beside Julius Shaw’s wheelchair.

Only then did Julius Shaw look toward the Jade and Gold Pavilion, cold and forceful: "Rember her face. Rember the face of the Shaw family’s mistress. If there’s a next ti, this auction at the Jade and Gold Pavilion will not happen."

The doorman sat down with a thud, and the manager of the Jade and Gold Pavilion kept apologizing.

Even while sitting in a wheelchair, no one dared to belittle Julius Shaw, because he represented the Shaw family.

Alia gently placed her hand on Julius Shaw’s shoulder in warning.

She knew all too well what kind of person Julius Shaw was and what terrifying things he could easily do.

She couldn’t let him ruin today’s auction.

Feeling the slight pressure of the hand on his shoulder, Julius Shaw finally relented.

He and Alia entered the venue together.

A server approached to take Alia’s coat.

In that mont, it was as if a light had illuminated a dark place.

Alia was dressed in a gradient silk sky-blue gown, as if she had draped the night sky over her shoulders, yet even the vast sky couldn’t overshadow her beauty.

Her skin was whiter than snow, her waist slender enough to hold, her long hair casually tied at the back of her head, and her slightly pale face had an enchanting beauty, like a celestial being walking on clouds, instinctively making people want to support her for fear she might fall.

The audience was srized.

They were shocked by Alia’s beauty and the fact she wore the dress they all dread of having.

That seemingly low-key gown was never for sale by the Jade and Gold Pavilion.

It was a dress they couldn’t buy even if they had the money.

This dress was the best invitation.

So people in the venue began to reflect on their previous mockery of Alia, which now felt like a slap in their own faces.

The doorman at the Jade and Gold Pavilion actually slapped himself.

Their store’s treasure was worn by the Shaw family’s Young Madam. Even with a coat on, he should have recognized her.

The beautiful woman and the man in the wheelchair, with a mask on his face, sohow made a perfect pair.

Oliver Wright saw Alia appear and imdiately stood up, calling out to her: "Alia, over here."

Alia, thinking about how long she had waited outside, realized Oliver was already here.

She went over to Oliver, and Julius Shaw naturally followed.

Soone whispered to Oliver that the man in the wheelchair was the Wright family’s second young master. Oliver’s eyes lit up, feeling more pleasantly surprised than he had expected.

Not only did Alia co, she also brought the Wright family’s second young master. This ant today’s auction would go smoothly.

All the notable figures present saw Alia with the Shaw family’s second young master, seated beside Oliver.

The rumors of the Shaw family despising the Wright family were thus effortlessly dispelled.

The second young master had shown up, clearly supporting the Wright family.

Ava Wright was not by the Wright family’s side; she was with Marsh Smith.

The jealousy in her heart was overflowing.

Why was Alia the center of attention?

Those envious gazes should have been hers!

The auction soon began.

Oliver Wright successfully acquired a few items at not too high prices.

With the Shaw family’s second young master present, no one dared to openly compete with Oliver.

Alia lazily leaned back against her chair, appearing lethargic and not attempting to bid on anything.

Perhaps it was because in a past life, she was busy every day, doing too much. Reincarnated Alia, except for when seeking revenge, was mostly lazy, not moving if she could, lying down if she had the option.

Julius Shaw was watching Alia without any concern for others.

Hailey Smith simply watched his master...

Until an auction item appeared.

It was a painting of High Mountain and Flowing Water.

Alia sat up slightly; this was a piece by Robert Reed, her inexpensive teacher.

Julius Shaw, always observing Alia, naturally noticed where her gaze landed.

The charismatic hostess excitedly introduced, "An early masterpiece of Master Painter Robert Reed, starting at five million."

Soon soone began bidding.

"Six million."

"Seven million."

Marsh Smith placed his bid for the first ti: "Eight million."

A female voice from a private box said: "Ten million."

Marsh Smith continued bidding: "Eleven million."

The person didn’t relent: "Thirteen million."

Marsh Smith gritted his teeth: "Fourteen million."

The woman continued to increase the bid: "Eighteen million."

Marsh Smith was furious; it was clear this person was determined to fight him to the end.

And the way she increased her bid seed more generous, as if she didn’t lack money.

The painting’s value was just about that, and any higher bids wouldn’t be worth it.

Marsh Smith spoke softly to Ava Wright beside him, "Ava, it seems that person really likes this piece, and a gentleman doesn’t take what others love. Let’s not compete any further."

Ava Wright bit her lip and looked down without speaking.

At this mont, Ava felt even more disdain for Marsh Smith. He couldn’t even afford a painting, just over ten million, and he already gave up.

She always wanted the best of everything; the excuse of a gentleman not taking what others want was just a lack of ability.

If only... if only she could marry the Shaw family’s eldest young master.

Alia had only married the Shaw family’s crippled young master, yet people at today’s auction were treating her like royalty.

"Eighteen million, first call."

"Eighteen million, second call."

Beside Alia, the cold, aristocratic voice of the man in the wheelchair spoke: "Thirty million."