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She clenched the napkin and returned her gaze to the stage.

“This is an emerald donated by Mr. Tyler. The starting price is $300,000.”

All eyes were on Tyler now.

Tyler smiled at the crowd, hands folded over his stomach, his mole on his nose making him appear more refined.

In the end, the emerald was sold for $500,000.

“The next item up for auction is a ring. It’s said to be a symbol of a youthful promise. The person who originally

bought this ring, when his life was threatened, sent it to a girl in the future.”

Maja felt a little uneasy. The host then asked, “Ms. Pennyfeather, do you remember the person who made this

promise to you?”

The atmosphere slipped into a tense silence before the whispers began. Most knew little about Maja’s past, only

that she came from a humble background, luck struck, and she got entangled with the Raymond family.

Maja became solemn, her body stiffened, and her back was unnaturally straight.

Inside the magnificent hall, these high-profile figures frowned as the host smiled at everybody.

“I believe you all know who sent the ring. He asked me to return it to Ms. Pennyfeather. After all, she’s kept it for a

long time and must be very anxious since it’s gone missing.”

Ian straightened up, his gaze deep and intense on the stage.

He recognized that ring. He’d seen it back at RosenGarden. He assumed it was Maja’s wedding ring with her

husband. He pretended to have lost it, and Maja had a massive tantrum.

So, the ring was from Eric. At least back then, she cared about Eric.

His face darkened, and he turned to look at Maja.

It had been less than a year since then.

Those around them started guessing. Was the ring from Maja and Ian?

But Ian didn’t seem pleased.

Someone snickered, “Did Maja have an affair during her marriage?”

The voice belonged to Mia, who never missed an opportunity to belittle Maja.

Meanwhile, the host had reached Maja, grinning from ear to ear.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, the ring’s owner donated $2 million separately. The ring should go back to its rightful owner.”

Maja’s face remained expressionless. “Sorry, this isn’t my property.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a man’s voice echoed.

“I’ll give it to her.”

His voice was gentle, like the soothing sound of a spring brook.

Everyone’s gaze instantly shifted to the second floor. A man in a white suit stood there, his eyes warmly looking

down at Maja. He gave her a gentle smile, full of deep affection.

More than 100 people present often attended various parties held by rich families. Now in the resplendent hall,

someone instantly recognized that face.

“Impossible! Isn’t he dead?”