Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 66: Chapter 66
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I looked up.
Victoria.
She wore a smile on her face, but her eyes harbored needle-like coldness.
Tonight she was triumphant, having gotten the necklace she wanted, but she was clearly not satisfied with just that.
She hadn't forgotten Arnold's glance at me.
She wanted to tear off my mask and expose me before everyone.
She wanted to win completely.
"You're planning to end it just like that?" She raised an eyebrow at me.
My gaze grew a few degrees colder: "All of tonight's auction items have been completed. Does Miss Hayes have other business?"
"Everyone knows you're very mysterious—no one has ever seen your true appearance. I think everyone present is also curious—what does the famous auctioneer Lacey actually look like?"
As her words fell, the scene began to stir.
Indeed, onlookers never lacked enthusiasm for gossip.
"I heard someone spent ten million and still couldn't get you to remove your mask. Honestly, I'm quite curious too."
Victoria's lips curved in a malicious smile.
"How about this—everyone here isn't short of money. Let's start bidding at ten million. Whoever bids highest gets Lacey to remove her mask. How about it?"
Someone immediately joined the commotion.
I frowned, my voice growing stern: "Miss Hayes, I'm not merchandise to be auctioned."
But she laughed contemptuously: "Oh, it's just a game. You wouldn't lack even this much grace, would you?"
With that, she raised her paddle first: "I bid eleven million."
This ignited the scene completely.
"Twelve million!"
"Fifteen million!"
"Twenty million!"
Like madmen, these people began raising paddles—
As if I had become a plaything in their eyes, an "entertainment item" to be bid on.
Arnold never spoke up.
He sat there with a calm expression, not showing the slightest intention to intervene.
As if this farce had nothing to do with him.
I couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Neil leaned close to him and whispered: "Sir... Miss Hayes is clearly trying to humiliate Miss Reynolds. Should you intervene..."
Arnold raised an eyebrow indifferently: "Did she ask me to?"
Neil was speechless: "...No."
"Then why should I help her?"
Thirty million.
Finally, they reached thirty million.
Thirty million—just to see my face once.
I stood on stage, the center of attention, like a "premium prey."
Victoria crossed her arms looking at me, that smile like a nail—sharp and malicious.
"Thirty million to remove a mask once. Everyone's giving you face. If you still don't remove it, that would be too disrespectful, wouldn't it? Don't you all agree?"
I sneered inwardly.
She understood that bit of face-saving vanity in human nature. These wealthy people, each claiming refinement, actually had egos more fragile than glass. She wanted to use this method to force me to submit.
In her view, I definitely still wanted to continue in this circle, so I would certainly remove it.
They all said I was ugly.
Victoria thought so too. Otherwise why would I wear a mask? Why never show my true face?
She was certain I didn't dare show myself because I was "ugly," so now she wanted to humiliate me publicly.
"Remove it, quickly remove it. Don't waste everyone's time, auctioneer."
"Yes, everyone's still waiting."
"Remove it quickly. If you don't dare, are you really hideous?"
"Must be, otherwise she would have removed it long ago."
Those jeers, taunts, and mockery hit me like handfuls of sand.
They thought I would panic, be afraid, even break down and embarrass myself. Unfortunately, I didn't.
I took the microphone again, speaking expressionlessly: "Thank you all for your kindness, but—Miss Hayes seems to have gotten one thing wrong."
The audience erupted in commotion.
"What?" Victoria frowned, seemingly not understanding what I meant.
I smiled lightly: "Ten million starting bid was the price for this face three years ago. If Miss Hayes wants to use others for entertainment, she should at least do some research."
As my words landed, the audience fell silent. Victoria's smile froze on her face, the curve of her lips like being nailed in place, unable to move.
I saw through her little scheme at a glance.
She wanted to humiliate me in public?
She thought I would compromise for some so-called "face"? She really took me for someone to be bullied casually.
"What do you mean? Won't give face and don't want to remove it? You really have quite the attitude." Her voice could no longer suppress her anger.
I raised an eyebrow, my tone flat: "Whether to remove my mask is my freedom."
"Didn't we just auction it? You won't honor it?" Victoria pressed closer, aggressive.
Her words almost made me laugh out loud.
Victoria.
She wore a smile on her face, but her eyes harbored needle-like coldness.
Tonight she was triumphant, having gotten the necklace she wanted, but she was clearly not satisfied with just that.
She hadn't forgotten Arnold's glance at me.
She wanted to tear off my mask and expose me before everyone.
She wanted to win completely.
"You're planning to end it just like that?" She raised an eyebrow at me.
My gaze grew a few degrees colder: "All of tonight's auction items have been completed. Does Miss Hayes have other business?"
"Everyone knows you're very mysterious—no one has ever seen your true appearance. I think everyone present is also curious—what does the famous auctioneer Lacey actually look like?"
As her words fell, the scene began to stir.
Indeed, onlookers never lacked enthusiasm for gossip.
"I heard someone spent ten million and still couldn't get you to remove your mask. Honestly, I'm quite curious too."
Victoria's lips curved in a malicious smile.
"How about this—everyone here isn't short of money. Let's start bidding at ten million. Whoever bids highest gets Lacey to remove her mask. How about it?"
Someone immediately joined the commotion.
I frowned, my voice growing stern: "Miss Hayes, I'm not merchandise to be auctioned."
But she laughed contemptuously: "Oh, it's just a game. You wouldn't lack even this much grace, would you?"
With that, she raised her paddle first: "I bid eleven million."
This ignited the scene completely.
"Twelve million!"
"Fifteen million!"
"Twenty million!"
Like madmen, these people began raising paddles—
As if I had become a plaything in their eyes, an "entertainment item" to be bid on.
Arnold never spoke up.
He sat there with a calm expression, not showing the slightest intention to intervene.
As if this farce had nothing to do with him.
I couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Neil leaned close to him and whispered: "Sir... Miss Hayes is clearly trying to humiliate Miss Reynolds. Should you intervene..."
Arnold raised an eyebrow indifferently: "Did she ask me to?"
Neil was speechless: "...No."
"Then why should I help her?"
Thirty million.
Finally, they reached thirty million.
Thirty million—just to see my face once.
I stood on stage, the center of attention, like a "premium prey."
Victoria crossed her arms looking at me, that smile like a nail—sharp and malicious.
"Thirty million to remove a mask once. Everyone's giving you face. If you still don't remove it, that would be too disrespectful, wouldn't it? Don't you all agree?"
I sneered inwardly.
She understood that bit of face-saving vanity in human nature. These wealthy people, each claiming refinement, actually had egos more fragile than glass. She wanted to use this method to force me to submit.
In her view, I definitely still wanted to continue in this circle, so I would certainly remove it.
They all said I was ugly.
Victoria thought so too. Otherwise why would I wear a mask? Why never show my true face?
She was certain I didn't dare show myself because I was "ugly," so now she wanted to humiliate me publicly.
"Remove it, quickly remove it. Don't waste everyone's time, auctioneer."
"Yes, everyone's still waiting."
"Remove it quickly. If you don't dare, are you really hideous?"
"Must be, otherwise she would have removed it long ago."
Those jeers, taunts, and mockery hit me like handfuls of sand.
They thought I would panic, be afraid, even break down and embarrass myself. Unfortunately, I didn't.
I took the microphone again, speaking expressionlessly: "Thank you all for your kindness, but—Miss Hayes seems to have gotten one thing wrong."
The audience erupted in commotion.
"What?" Victoria frowned, seemingly not understanding what I meant.
I smiled lightly: "Ten million starting bid was the price for this face three years ago. If Miss Hayes wants to use others for entertainment, she should at least do some research."
As my words landed, the audience fell silent. Victoria's smile froze on her face, the curve of her lips like being nailed in place, unable to move.
I saw through her little scheme at a glance.
She wanted to humiliate me in public?
She thought I would compromise for some so-called "face"? She really took me for someone to be bullied casually.
"What do you mean? Won't give face and don't want to remove it? You really have quite the attitude." Her voice could no longer suppress her anger.
I raised an eyebrow, my tone flat: "Whether to remove my mask is my freedom."
"Didn't we just auction it? You won't honor it?" Victoria pressed closer, aggressive.
Her words almost made me laugh out loud.
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