The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 617

Earlier, Abby and Antoney had still felt a touch of resentment.

Their loyalties lay with Stella—they were willing to pool together ten million to stand up for her.

But to spend thirty million just to buy a painting...

Calling it foolish would be an understatement. It was downright senseless.

If Sellers and his group ended up paying thirty million for the painting, that would actually feel like justice.

Just as everyone thought the bidding would end there, a sudden voice rang out from the back of the hall.

“Fifty million!”

A collective gasp swept through the room as every head snapped toward the bidder.

It was a young man in his twenties, unremarkable in appearance, blending easily into the crowd.

The auctioneer stammered, “Sir—are you sure… did you mean that amount?”

The young man smiled politely. “My employer is very fond of this painting. He instructed me to buy it—at any price.”

He glanced over at Sellers. “Mr. Burton, would you like to make another bid?”

Sellers had always been willing to spend extravagantly for Aurora.

After all, if he had anything in abundance, it was money.

But thirty million was already pushing the limit for a painting like this.

To go beyond fifty million? That would be madness.

Sellers shook his head and gave a thin smile. “If your employer loves the painting that much, then I won’t stand in the way.”

Whoever could throw around that kind of money for a single painting clearly came from a family no less powerful than the Burtons.

Sellers asked, “May I ask who your employer is?”

The young man’s smile remained unchanged as he declined, “Sorry, Mr. Burton. My employer prefers to remain anonymous.”

With that, Sellers let the matter drop. So, Stella’s “Midnight” was sold to a mysterious buyer for a staggering fifty million.

A few more valuable antique paintings went up for auction afterward, but no one really cared.

All eyes—and speculation—remained fixed on the mysterious gentleman who had just shaken the room.

Prices for the remaining lots fell flat. The atmosphere grew strange, and eventually, the auction ended on that unsettled note.