Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 27: Chapter 27

[Holy crap, I think I just spotted a few names from the global Top 50 Rich List. Chloe being in the same auction room as these billionaires? That's insane.]
[I looked up a few of those billionaires' X accounts. Guess what I found? The auction they attended required a minimum of $300 million in liquid assets to even get through the door. Chloe's the real definition of rich and elite.]
[Chloe's so gorgeous. Compared to that girl next to her in the third photo, it's like a goddess standing next to a background extra. And obviously, Chloe's the goddess.]
[Not gonna lie, it looks like Chloe snapped that photo right when the other girl was mid-yawn. Kinda sus. Maybe she didn't dare show the girl's normal face because she was too pretty and might outshine her?]
[Yeah, I get the same vibe. Chloe's so calculating. The girl was yawning, her mouth wide open, her eyes rolled back. And Chloe just took the photo and posted it online, letting her fans use it to trash that girl? That's shady. Real disgusting.]
[Haters, take a hike. A truly beautiful girl looks good no matter what. That plain girl came out looking awful in the photo because she's just not that good-looking to begin with. That's not Chloe's fault.]
[Looks like Chloe's really made it—she's got so many haters now.]
Chloe scrolled through the comments, her vanity thoroughly satisfied. She finally felt like she was getting the recognition she deserved.
Before long, she was trending on social media under hashtags like, [Chloe Lane It Girl], [Chloe Lane With Billionaires], and so on.
Her follower count was skyrocketing—faster than it ever climbed when she landed a lead in a drama.
People these days were obsessed with the "born-rich glam girl" aesthetic. They looked down on girls who came from nothing and clawed their way up, or those who suddenly got rich overnight.
In contrast, it's the wealthy heirs who make fans feel like they're stanning someone truly elite. Supporting them gives fans a sense of pride, as if their idol's status somehow raises their own.
From day one, Chloe had branded herself as a polished high-society girl. But up until now, the most expensive thing she'd worn was maybe a $10k bag or pair of heels, so she'd always been mocked as a poser playing dress-up.
Today, Chloe finally felt like she could hold her head high.
The auction officially began. At first, it was all antiques and paintings—none of it suitable as a gift, so Dylan didn't raise his paddle.
It wasn't until a green emerald bracelet was brought on stage that Dylan finally prepared to place a bid.
Dylan glanced down at Chloe's wrist and said, "This bracelet would look perfect on you. I'll get it for you."
Chloe replied, "It's too expensive. The starting bid's three hundred grand. I don't want you to splurge on me."
"Do you like it?" Dylan asked.
She bit her lip. "I do. I just think it's too much."
"If you like it," he said, "then no price is too high."
Chloe still wore the same expression like she didn't want Dylan to spend too much on her, but inside, she was over the moon.
But based on past experience, Chloe didn't dare tell Dylan not to bid, afraid he might actually listen to her.
Not many people joined the bidding for that bracelet. It finally went to Dylan for seven million dollars. Chloe didn't let out a sigh of relief until the deal was sealed.
She glanced at Olivia sitting nearby, then turned and said sweetly, "Babe, should we bid on something for Olivia? I mean, she came all this way with us. It'd be kind of sad if she went home empty-handed."
Dylan gave a cold snort. "She's not worth it. Nothing here comes cheap, and she's not worth it."
Chloe curled her lips into a smile and shot Olivia a smug look.