Chapter 12: You’re Cute When You Sulk
VANESSA BELMONT
"Thirty million," said Nathan raising his paddle.
"Fifty million," countered Carver. He reached over and chucked me under the chin. I slapped his hand away, and he laughed.
"One hundred million." Nathan glared at Carver and then pointed two fingers upward.
Everyone gasped.
"Mr. Jang has lit the sky lantern," said the auctioneer. "He will add one million dollars to every bid for this necklace."
I glared at Nathan. For Fiona? 100 million dollars and a sky lantern? To give her jewelry? Were almost married men supposed to give millions of dollars worth of jewelry to woman not their wife?
The answer was no. Wow. Just ... wow. I gripped my dress so hard, my knuckles turned white. I am so breaking up with you, Nathan Jang.
Carver nodded at the auctioneer and then at Nathan. "Congratulations to Mr. Jang," he said.
"I hate her," I said, sitting back in my chair and crossing my arms. "Like ... a lot."
"You should," responded Ollie. "She’s horrible."