Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown novel Chapter 150

She won't lose an inch of her stature because of your slander. In fact, with every insult you hurl at Serena, it's your own face that becomes uglier.

"Do you realize how twisted your face looks right now?"

"You!" Yvonne glared at Samuel, who was unfazed by her threats, seething with the urge to lash out. "Fine, just you wait. You'll regret this sooner or later."

With that, she stormed off.

Samuel watched her leave and finally released a sigh of relief. When he turned back, he noticed Serena standing not far away, her face alight with a warm smile.

His cheeks flushed involuntarily.

Despite being the Vice President of L.S. Entertainment, he always felt like a naive young boy around Serena.

"When did you get back?" he asked, once the heat in his face had subsided.

Serena replied, "When you were telling Yvonne how monstrous she looked."

"You heard all of that?"

"Yes." Serena looked up at Samuel.

Samuel was known for his gentlemanly demeanor, always giving the impression of having a mild temperament.

Serena had never seen him lose his cool before.

Even when things went awry at the company, he'd never raised his voice.

Yet today, he stood up for her...

"Who would have thought I'd see Samuel cursing someone out?" Serena teased, suppressing the emotions stirring within her.

Samuel looked a bit embarrassed. "Don't let Yvonne's words get to you..."

"I've heard such things too many times to count. They don't bother me anymore."

Samuel looked at Serena with compassion.

But Serena turned away from his gaze, focusing instead on the exhibits.

Just then, the brightly lit gallery suddenly dimmed.

Everyone's attention shifted to the brightest spot in the room.

It was Yvonne.

Even as a replica, it was exceptionally rare to find one so convincing.

Besides, the jewels alone on this Diamond Crown were worth more than fifty thousand, surely.

Immediately, someone raised a hand: "Eighty!"

"One hundred!"

"Two hundred!"

"…"

Many were eager to claim the Diamond Crown, and the bids skyrocketed with increasing fervor, turning into a chaotic frenzy as the shouting intensified.

Yvonne tapped her gavel.

"Quiet, quiet!"

Once the room finally settled, she smiled and said, "Alright, alright, I know you all want it, but since there's only one replica, to keep the peace, I've decided to give this antique to a lucky person in the audience."

Hearing this, the crowd's faces lit up with curiosity.