She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 231

“The gentleman on the second floor”.

Sebastian’s plate doesn’t even have a number, but just one letter – Z.

It’s unlikely that he could see and spot Ava from that huge window on the second floor, but Ava feels like Sebastian glanced at her coldly when he raised his plate just now.

Wronged tears fill Ava’s eyes.

She should have been up there. She was supposed to be the queen of the Knights, and she got her title fair and square. But now that man put all his sweet words and promises behind his head, and looks at her with only coldness.

[Sebastian, No.86 is me,] Ava types in her phone, but hesitates when her finger hovers over “send”.

One word after another, Ava deletes the message, and sends [Sebastian, I’m at an auction today] instead.

No reply.

Holding the phone, Ava looks up at Sebastian. The man sits there with a straight face, his eye never even dart to the table where his phone blinks.

Biting her lips, Ava holds her phone to her ear after dialing Sebastian's number. Anger rushing from her waist all the way to her head, shouting at her to demand an answer from the guy who should play her husband without considering possible consequences.

The dialing tone doesn’t even stop before the host hammers down yet again: “110,000 dollars from Mr. X!”

Ava’s eyes dart to the host before following his passionate smile all the way to the middle window on the second floor. Its curtain just stops moving, revealing Scar sitting on the red velvet armchair like a queen on her throne, the plate in her hand marked simply with “X”.

Mr. X? Ava frowns, realizing the seat belongs to “Silco”, the masked man Scar relies on. The next second Ava tastes blood on her tongue, but jealousy burns too hard that she does not even feel the bite on her lips.

Why does Scar even want that ring? She doesn’t even care about Sebastian!

“110,000$ twice!” The host announces.

Ava looks up at Sebastian, only to see the man staring at Scar without even trying to hide his intention.

“Daddy!” Ava urges. Jack Fuller glances at her with a painfully slow move, and right before Ava burst into tears, he raises his plate.

“120,000!” The host points over with his hammer, “No. 86 calls 120,000!”