spotlight illuminated the stage. The auctionee
re in the room shifted. A hush fell over the crowd as two whi
ius cello. Its varnished wood gleame
teen, carrying that exact cello on her back. A sudden riot had broken out, separating her from her mentor. Three massive me
on Briggs had charged into the alley, fighting off the men to sav
me to the crown jewel of this afternoon's event. The legendary 'D
neer repeated, scanning the room
m determination. He was bidding on behalf of a consortium of musicians who wante
man in the third row," the
dle. His voice cut through the hushed room
. To double the opening bid right out of the g
lenched into fi
oice straining slightly. It was pushing
k at Leo; he kept his eyes fixed on th
ronomical sum, even for a Stradivarius. It was clear this was no
He leaned over to Chloe. "I'm sorry, Ch
urning with a quiet, intense fire. She wasn't going to let Bryon win this
addle, her arm stead
room snapped toward her. The estranged wife of the CEO, bi
r, her voice a harsh hiss. "Are you insane, Chloe? You don't have eighty million do
thout looking at her, her voice cool and detached. "And
s arm, shaking it. "Bryon, she's doing this o
trying to prove she didn't need him. He felt a dark, overwhelming need to crush that re
deliberate slowness. He looked down at Chloe
ndred m
lattered against the wooden podium, the sound e
It was an obscene display of wealth, a fin
mmered, quickly recovering his composure and picking up
a frenzy of applause
er," a woman whispered lou
n just to make his new gi
pressing her chest against him, looking at Chloe with a gaze full of venomo
yes were dry. The pain was there, a sharp, twisting agony in
her, yet he had complained when she asked for a few thousand
" the auctioneer called out, his
g twi
st the cello, but she had finally, completely
ndred million dol
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