Chapter 512

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 512

Vivian Will- no, Vivian Morrison got off the stage without even looking at him. Finnick let out a

bitter laugh.

However, he felt as if her speech was directed to him.

Cutting away the pain? Does she want to cut away the feelings between us? That's impossible, I

wouldn't allow it!

"Alright, the bid starts at zero, as requested by Ms. Morrison. You are to bid at any price.”

“Twenty thousand.”

“Thirty thousand.”

"Fifty thousand.”

Though they complained about the ring’s plainness in design, the crowd bid furiously, intent on

impressing the Morrisons

Spending several thousand was little compared to the favor they would get in return from Benedict

and Vivian. If an opportunity to work with Morrison Group could materialize, this small loss was

insignificant.

And since this was an event organized by the Morrison Group, the attendees comprised mostly of

people and entities in business with the Morrisons frequently. They were considered friends and

were more than willing to support Benedict.

“A hundred thousand.”

"A hundred and twenty thousand.”

“A hundred and fifteen thousand.”

The bid climbed steadily. Vivian's mouth hung open slightly in disbelief that her ring would fetch

this much. How could someone spend hundreds of thousands on this ring? Aside from the meaning

it held for her, she didn't think it was worth much.

Vivian glanced sideways at Benedict. He seemed to find this completely normal. In fact, he smiled

like he was enjoying himself.

At last, the bid approached two hundred thousand, and no one else dared to beat it.

“This gentleman at number seven bids two hundred thousand,” the auctioneer called. “Anyone

else?”

The crowd remained silent. They did their best to show their support. Two hundred thousand for a

ring like that is just crazy. If it goes up any further, it is no longer a favor but the act of a fool.

Vivian sighed in relief when no one else bid a higher price. It was already unimaginable to her when

the ring fetched a high price of two hundred thousand. If this went on, she would be feeling really

guilty.

"Anyone else?” the auctioneer asked, to no avail

“Two hundred thousand going once...” The auctioneer raised his gavel.

“Two hundred thousand...”

"One million,” a deep male voice interrupted him just as the auctioneer was about to strike the

gavel.

One million! The crowd turned around to the source of the voice, to see what kind of a fool would

bid away his inheritance.

However, their incredulity transformed into comprehension when they detected the source. Who

else would spend a million on an ordinary ring? Of course, it is her ex-husband.

“I told you Finnick still had feelings for his ex-wife. Why else would he spend that kind of money on

the ring?”

“A million! My God, I thought it ended in a divorce? What's going on?”

"I didn’t think that Mr. Norton would be so generous even with his ex-wife.”

“Is this part of the routine of a reconciliation? To first make the lady smile?”

“They say that a man who's willing to spend on you truly loves you. Why would Ms. Morrison even

divorce a man like that? If it were me, I wouldn't leave him even if I get clobbered to death!”

Finnick paid no attention to the gossip surrounding him. He looked straight at Vivian. He did not

call for a bid earlier because he was busy studying her expression.

As soon as the bid exceeded the six-digit mark, he saw Vivian's worried frown. Finnick was pleased

to see that. He knew that deep in her heart, she didn't really want to get rid of the ring.

But when the auctioneer banged the gavel to his bid of a million, he saw Vivian heave a long sigh,

her face looking relieved. What does it mean? Was she frowning because she couldn't bear to part

with it? What is the reason? Does she feel embarrassed that the price is too low?