Zavier slammed the door as he stormed out, every movement radiating pure fury.
Soon, the next private room announced its bids. No matter how high I went, he always topped me by another million.
Finally, when the photos sold for eighty million, I allowed myself a nod of satisfaction. I didn’t pursue it further; making him bleed this time was only the first step.
A message flashed on my phone from an unknown number.
[Tiffany, just you wait!]
[Your turn is coming soon!]
The final lot appeared: a so-called relic said to protect pregnancies. I laughed bitterly.
So this was the little girl’s revenge? How quaint. Truly, it barely scratched the skin, let alone hurt.
But my smile froze.
The screen shifted, revealing my daughter’s unearthed grave. The urn was empty.
“I heard this was your first child, and it was because of this child that you… broke.” “Too bad there weren’t enough ashes, only enough to make a relic.”
“Tiffany, do you like this gift?”
My breath caught in my throat, nails digging into my palm. I kicked open the door to the next room.
Evie lay in Zavier’s arms, her smile bright and triumphant.
“I like this lot. Zavier, can you give it to me?”