The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow novel Chapter 158

You could say Nancy had practically vanished from the world.

Cyrus' eyes widened, immediately catching the underlying meaning in Michael's words. Instinctively, his gaze fell on Nancy. "Nancy..."

Nancy cut him off with a cold laugh, "Mr. Gordon, either focus on the auction or take your leave."

Judson nodded in agreement. "Exactly, don't waste the time of those genuinely here for the charity auction."

As Judson's voice faded, security guards standing behind Michael took a few threatening steps forward. Their intention was clear without needing words.

Sarah tugged at Cyrus' sleeve. "Cyrus, let's just sit down, okay?"

Even though she was the daughter of one of the four prominent families, Michael was the head of the Ferguson family, known for his ruthless tactics. With the Allen family having fallen, everyone in their social circle was on edge.

As for Nancy, Sarah glanced at her, unable to hide her deep disdain. She couldn't believe that Lena was actually Cyrus' wife. Cyrus would never mistake his own wife, she thought. For now, Michael's presence might spare Nancy from any immediate trouble, but later...

Once Sarah and Cyrus took their seats, the room quieted significantly.

"Nancy, don't waste your time on that jerk," Judson said, grabbing Nancy's hand. "He claims he came to Ardenweald for you, but look at him now, bringing another woman to the auction. It's disgusting."

Nancy's eyes were filled with contempt as she listened to Judson's sharp words. "That's just how he is."

She had known the type of person Cyrus was for a long time.

Watching the exchange between Judson and Nancy, Cyrus was nearly fuming. If only this wasn't Ardenweald, not his turf, he'd make sure Judson paid for his audacity.

As the room's lights suddenly dimmed, the host stepped onto the stage, microphone in hand. "Thank you all for joining us at the auction despite your busy schedules," he began. "While many of you are seasoned participants, let me briefly go over the process..."

As the host spoke, Judson leaned over and whispered, "Nancy, can I really bid on whatever catches my eye?"

"Yeah," Nancy nodded, the movement so slight it was almost imperceptible.

The host's speech concluded, and the first item was brought out—a Juliet rose valued at three million dollars. Immediately, flower enthusiasts began to bid.

"Five million," Cyrus announced, raising his paddle and glaring at Nancy.