NovelOnlineChapter 104-1 Chapter 104: Their Children Must Be The SAge As Mine-1 Angela POV I clutched David Chen's offered arm as we navigated through the crowded entrance of Sotheby's.
The opulent auction hall buzzed with Manhattan's elite-faces I hadn't seen in five years but who clearly remembered me, if their whispers and sidelong glances were any indication.
"Ms. Wilson, I apologize for the last-minute change," David said in his perfectly modulated voice. "Mr. Blake was called into an urgent meeting. He's askedto accompany you tonight." "It's fine, David," I replied. "Christopher has more important things to attend to than a charity auction." David nodded respectfully. "Ms. Wilson, your seat is in the private box upstairs. Mr. Blake arranged it specifically." The auctioneer tapped his microphone, drawing the room's attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we've concluded our regular offerings and now move to tonight's highlight-original Monet." I settled into my seat, grateful for the relative privacy of the box as bidding began. Numbers flew across the room, wealth displayed in casual seven-figure increments.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Six million dollars from Mr. Shaw!" the auctioneer announced with barely contained excitement. "Do I hear six point five?" Could it really be him? I scanned the room frantically, my eyes darting between faces, but couldn't spot him anywhere. He must be in one of the private boxes, like me-hidden from the general audience but very much present.
But what would I even do if I saw him? 1/3 Chapter 104: Their Children Must Be The SAge As Mine-1 What could I possibly say after five years of silence? "Mr. Shaw increases his bid to six point five million!" the auctioneer called out again, the nstrikinglike a physical blow each tit was uttered.
My fingers clutched the armrest, knuckles turning white as that name-the one I had avoided speaking for five years-sliced through my composure like a blade through silk.
The room suddenly felt airless, oxygen replaced by memories I'd fought so hard to suppress.
David leaned closer, concern evident in his expression. "Ms. Wilson, are you alright? You've gone quite pale." "Just...a bit lightheaded," I managed, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears. "I think I need sair." "Would you liketo accompany you?" David asked, already half-rising from his seat.
I shook my head. "No, please stay. I'll just step out for a moment." My legs felt unsteady as I made my way to the exit, my heart hammering against my ribs with each step.
The corridor outside was empty. I leaned against the wall, eyes closed, willing my pulse to slow. Winter rain fell gently beyond the windows, the carpet near the entrance damp from guests' footsteps.
I wrapped my cashmere shawl tighter around my shoulders, the New York winter far harsher than the mild Tuscan climate I'd grown accustomed to.
The chill in the air matched the one in my memories-my last encounter with Sean had been during another winter, in another lifetime.
Five years, I thought, pressing my palm against my forehead. I've built a new life, I have Aria and Ethan, I've moved on. Why am I still affected like this? Taking a deep breath, I straightened, wiping away the cold sweat that had formed on my brow. I turned to walk toward the ladies' room when a tall figure stepped into my path.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Excuse me," I murmured 2/3 Chapter 104: Their Children Must Be The SAge As Mine-1 The man beforewore an impeccably tailored Armani suit in midnight blue, his tie knotted with mathematical precision.
"Hello," he said, his smile revealing perfect teeth. "You're Angela Wilson, aren't you? I'm Tristan Lawrence, George Lawrence's son."
I blinked, recognition dawning. The yenge sole heir to the Lawrence Capital empire, Tristan's reputation as both a financial prodigy and Manhattan's most eligible bachelor preceded him.
His notorious playboy reputation was equally well-known-gossip columns had famously reported that at his thirtieth birthday party, he'd drunkenly vowed to bed a thousand beautiful women before settling down.
"Mr. Lawrence," I acknowledged, accepting his extended hand.
"My father speaks very highly of you," Tristan continued, his grip firm bu not overbearing says you're the "Says the mest talented investment advisor he's ever tried to recruit." Chapter Comments LIKE POST COMMENT NOW < SHARE 3/3
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