Daniel Carter sat aloof and magnificent on high, his gaze meeting mine, acknowledging me with a slight nod.
Just the moment before, I felt engulfed by despair, but now I sense a resurgence as if reborn.
Habituated with immense joy, I cast a smile toward him from afar.
My heart flooded with gratitude—even though the bracelet hasn't returned to me, it falling under Daniel Carter's name is the best ending I could imagine.
"Three billion! Any takers for three billion?"
"Three billion once, three billion twice, three billion thrice! Sold! The new owner of the Vintage Nephrite Wristlet is—Mr. Daniel Carter!" The auctioneer exclaimed with exuberant delight, his voice breaking with excitement.
The room erupted into cheers and applause, with everyone craning their necks in anticipation, looking up toward the second floor.
But Daniel Carter sat there with such an air of tranquility, unmoved, as though he were an emperor accepting the reverence of all.
