Unexpected Love: The Chief Auctioneer's Decision Chapter 207: The Northwood Family’s Eldest Daughter

Northwood.

Those two words sounded so familiar, like I’d heard them sowhere before, but I just couldn’t recall.

"I heard that the head of the Northwood Family is coming, along with his wife and the eldest daughter of the Northwood Family."

Ivy Sumrs frowned slightly.

Tristan Sterling explained, "The Northwood Family is in Sutherlyn, a low-profile, big family; it’s normal if you haven’t heard of them."

Just then, a small commotion ca from the front.

A group of bodyguards escorted a middle-aged man out. It was too far for Ivy Sumrs to make out his features clearly, but she saw a chiseled outline, about fifty years old, and an aura especially strong from years in a high position.

The bodyguards around him looked at him with awe, only daring to exhale once the man got into the car.

Ivy Sumrs watched closely for so reason, "Is that the head of the Northwood Family?"

Tristan Sterling chuckled softly, standing beside her, "Do you want to et him?"

Ivy Sumrs shook her head, "I have nothing to do with him, why would I want to et him? I’m just curious, more curious about how you use the word low-profile."

Low-profile?

Ten cars clearing the way?

This is called low-profile?

What would high-profile look like?

A hundred luxury cars clearing the way?

Tristan Sterling, "Maybe because he’s in a foreign place, for safety concerns."

"Are you all following for safety concerns too?"

"Of course."

"Is it because of what happened last night, because of the Scott Family?" Ivy Sumrs wasn’t a fool; she had already figured it out.

Could the Scott Family really be that frightening?

It couldn’t be that just because Noah Scott proposed to her, they’d want to harm her.

"Yes." Tristan Sterling told her directly.

"Then let’s go back to the car, I don’t want to cause you guys any trouble." Ivy Sumrs turned back to the car.

anwhile, inside the hotel.

Grace Norwood had just co out of the first-floor restroom and was shocked to see the floor stained with blood.

Grace Norwood scread in fright, cautiously approached, and carefully pushed open the door of the last stall.

She saw a woman in a dress collapsed inside, her dress dyed red with blood.

Grace Norwood widened her eyes in shock.

"Grace! What’s wrong?" Outside, Grace Norwood’s mother, Luna Sinclair, walked in. Seeing the scene before her, Luna Sinclair frowned, covering her nose.

"Mom, she seems to be that malicious woman from last night’s engagent party."

Luna Sinclair waved her hand disdainfully, "She really is. Wasn’t she caught by the police? How did she end up here?"

Just then, Rachel Shaw weakly murmured, "Please, save , save ..."

"Mom, let’s not get involved with her, let’s go quickly, Dad is waiting for us." Grace Norwood said disdainfully, about to leave.

Luna Sinclair’s gaze fell on the bracelet on Rachel Shaw’s wrist.

Luna Sinclair’s eyes trembled, and she stepped forward quickly.

"Mom, it slls so bad, don’t go up there."

Luna Sinclair couldn’t bear the foul sll of blood either, stepped back two steps, and called the bodyguards inside to drag Rachel Shaw up and took the bracelet off her hand, "Madam."

Luna Sinclair took the bracelet, examining it carefully over and over, finally touching the inner wall of the bracelet with her fingers, confirming sothing. Her eyes widened at the person who was like mud on the ground, "How did this bracelet end up with you?"

Rachel Shaw held her abdon, her face pale, drenched in cold sweat, too pained to have any strength left to speak, "I... I..."

Luna Sinclair squatted down, looking at Rachel Shaw coldly, "This bracelet isn’t yours. Tell , where did you get it?"

Rachel Shaw bit her lip, looking at the two noble won before her, unsure why they were asking about the bracelet’s origin, but judging by their attire, she knew they weren’t ordinary people.

She didn’t dare say she stole it from Ivy Sumrs.

"It’s mine..."

Luna Sinclair sneered, "Yours? Do you know this bracelet belongs to the Northwood Family, and you’re claiming it’s yours?"

Rachel Shaw’s eyes widened, "This... how could it be?"

This was clearly sothing of Ivy Sumrs’ mother, what does it have to do with the Northwood Family?

Rachel Shaw struggled to get up, her hands still cuffed together, awkwardly using both hands to push herself up, "Give it back to , this is mine, there are so many jadeite bracelets in the world, why do you say this belongs to the Northwood Family... This is mine, you’ve mistaken it."

Luna Sinclair stepped back, looking at the bracelet in her hand, "This bracelet, even turned to ashes, I would recognize it, and you say I’ve mistaken it?"

Rachel Shaw fell back to the ground; she had miscarried, her abdon hurting trendously, and the fall made her condition worse.

Rachel Shaw groaned in pain, realizing she couldn’t deceive these two won, her eyes shifted, "Save , save , and I’ll tell you the origin of this bracelet."

Grace Norwood looked at Rachel Shaw with even more disgust, "You’re a wanted criminal, and you want us to save you? What dream are you having?"

"Mom, let’s not bother with her."

Luna Sinclair, however, stopped Grace Norwood.

Luna Sinclair told the bodyguard, "Go tell the family head I’ll be back in Sutherlyn later. Grace, you go back with your dad first."

"I actually want to stay a few more days, I’ll stay too."

Luna Sinclair told the bodyguard, "Go convey the ssage."

"Yes."

Grace Norwood glanced at Rachel Shaw, "Mom, do you really want to help her? It’s not an exaggeration to call her utterly despicable; she should be handed over to the police."

"She might be of use to us."

Luna Sinclair carefully put away the bracelet, instructed the bodyguards to take Rachel Shaw upstairs quietly, and then called for a doctor.

...

The road cleared quickly, Kyle Sterling drove fast, overtaking the convoy. Ivy Sumrs turned her head just in ti to see the man in the car.

Ivy Sumrs suddenly rembered that her mother’s diary ntioned a na, Connor Norwood.

Could Connor Norwood be connected to the Northwood Family?

Ivy Sumrs sat up straight, the man in the neighboring car seed to have noticed her gaze and looked over disapprovingly.

They locked eyes for one second.

His gaze was particularly sharp, with a chilling effect.

Ivy Sumrs was about to say sothing, but the words stuck in her throat. The man hesitated only for a mont before rolling up the window.

Utterly indifferent.

The convoy accelerated, quickly leaving.

Ivy Sumrs furrowed her brow.

Tristan Sterling sensed sothing and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"How much do you know about the Northwood Family?"

"Not much. I only know that their family is incredibly powerful in Sutherlyn, controlling the entire region’s economy. I don’t know anything else, but you seem quite interested in the Northwood Family?"

Ivy Sumrs shook her head, "Just asking casually."

The car soon arrived at the villa.

Ivy Sumrs went to her room to get the box.

Looking at the lock on the box, Ivy Sumrs found it really frustrating; she had a strong impulse to smash it open with an axe.

But doing so, would her mother bla her?

Zachary Lancaster glanced over and asked, "Sis-in-law, what’s in this box?"

"I don’t know either, I’ve never opened it."

Zachary Lancaster examined it, shook it by his ear, "Could it be so treasure map?"

Ivy Sumrs was amused by Zachary Lancaster’s words, "You sure have vivid imagination."

"What if it really is? If it can’t be opened, you could just smash it open."

Ivy Sumrs took the box back, "I’ll let Grandpa take a look; maybe he knows the combination."

Ivy Sumrs carried the box out of the villa.

Returning to the Sterling Family, Ivy Sumrs handed the box to Old Master Sterling.

"Grandpa, please take a look."

Old Master Sterling shakily took the box, "Did your mother leave this behind?"

"Yes."

Old Master Sterling’s wrinkled hands caressed the box repeatedly, particularly tender. Seeing the combination lock, he paused briefly, "I’ve never asked you, did your mother never ntion when she was alive?"

"She lost her mory and forgot everything, even her na was told to her by my dad."

Old Master Sterling’s brow furrowed deeply, unable to imagine what struggles his daughter faced outside.

Old Master Sterling examined the combination lock, tried several codes, but none succeeded.

Ivy Sumrs, "I’ve tried many tis before too, never opened it; maybe only my mother knows the password."

"Leave this box with for now, I’ll find soone to study how to open it without causing damage."

"Okay."

In the hotel, the presidential suite.

Rachel Shaw was cleaned by the servants and received dical treatnt. The handcuffs were forcibly removed.

By noon, Rachel Shaw’s complexion had slightly improved.

Luna Sinclair and Grace Norwood entered, looking at Rachel Shaw lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Luna Sinclair walked over and touched her pulse; after a mont, Luna Sinclair sneered.

"Miss Shaw, if you’re pretending to be dead, I’ll throw you out."

Rachel Shaw’s eyes suddenly opened, fearfully looking at the two won, "Who are you, why do you know my last na is Shaw?"

These two won were accompanied by bodyguards and servants, their attire exuding luxury, they must be from affluent families. Yet Rachel knew all the aristocratic families in Aethelgard, she hadn’t seen them before.

So they weren’t from Aethelgard.

"There’s no need to ask so many questions; you just need to answer mine. Where did this bracelet co from?"

Rachel Shaw clenched the sheets tightly, her eyes darting around, refusing to answer.

Grace Norwood bent over to sit down, smiling, "Miss Shaw, lying can lead to punishnt."

Grace Norwood signaled the servant beside her. The servant approached with a small bottle of solution, grabbed Rachel Shaw’s mouth, and forced it down without a word.

Rachel Shaw struggled desperately but still swallowed it. Her throat burned painfully, clutching her neck with a hoarse voice, she asked, "What is this? What did you make drink?"

"The latest poison crafted by , if you don’t drink the antidote in half an hour, you’ll be silenced forever."

Rachel Shaw’s eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the seemingly gentle yet, in reality, ruthless woman before her.

Grace Norwood admired her freshly done manicure and said leisurely, "The Northwood Family is best at crafting poison; I have a hundred kinds waiting for you. If you want to be my guinea pig, keep refusing to answer my mother’s questions."