Chapter 157: My Husband? Julian Forrester?

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: My Husband? Julian Forrester?

If even Jordan Summers didn’t dare to bid, then no one else in the hall would either.

Morgan Everett couldn’t stand it any longer. If this went on, it would be a complete slap in the face to Shannon. ’How could she possibly save face?’

Burning with rage, Morgan Everett raised his paddle. "One hundred thousand!"

Morgan Everett had wanted to shout out a lavish one-million-dollar bid to save face for Shannon. ℴ

But the Everett Family was struggling with cash flow at the moment; every penny they could save counted.

When the heavily disguised Shannon Everett saw Morgan Everett raise his paddle to bid, she breathed a sigh of relief. Even though it was a paltry hundred thousand, ’at least the situation isn’t quite so humiliating anymore.’

However, the next moment...

The host announced apologetically, "Mr. Everett, you were the one who submitted this painting on behalf of Ms. Shannon Everett for our charity auction. Therefore, you are not permitted to bid on it."

Morgan Everett froze, completely dumbfounded.

The crowd below the stage saw this and burst out laughing.

"That Morgan Everett tried to help Shannon Everett out. Hahaha, this is even more humiliating!"

"Serves her right! A shameless, disgusting person like Shannon Everett deserves this!"

"I’ve finally seen it with my own eyes. Morgan Everett dotes on that fake heiress, Shannon, way too much, doesn’t he? But he’s so cold and heartless to his own daughter. I really don’t get it..."

"Is that even a question? It’s obviously because Shannon Everett knows how to act innocent and play cute! Utterly shameless!"

Listening to the curses all around her, Shannon Everett’s face turned hideous, her eyes glinting with venom. ’I refuse to believe it! There’s no way my reputation can’t be salvaged!’

And so, not a single person bid on Shannon Everett’s painting on the stage.

Just like that... it failed to sell!

Unprecedented!

Many reporters at the event filmed the scene and posted it online.

A few of the more astute reporters already sensed that something was off. No matter how disgraced Shannon Everett was, the painting was a genuine masterpiece. Yet not a single person dared to bid on it. Even Jordan Summers, who had wanted to bid, had suddenly changed his mind.

’It seems,’ they thought, ’that Shannon Everett has offended an incredibly powerful figure.’

’She’s probably going to be blacklisted!’

In the second row, Keith Sterling nudged Sienna Everett. He gave her a meaningful look, raising his eyebrows as he whispered, "Sierra, do you know why Jordan Summers suddenly changed his mind and decided not to bid?"

Sienna Everett hadn’t expected this turn of events either. "Why?" she whispered back.

Keith Sterling had seen it happen clear as day. Jordan Summers was about to raise his paddle, but before he could even lift it, he was shot a warning glance by Keith’s bro.

’Tsk, tsk. So fiercely protective of his wife,’ he thought.

Keith Sterling leaned in toward Sienna Everett, a mysterious smile on his face. "Because of your husband, of course~"

Sienna Everett: "..."

’Her husband?’

’Julian Forrester?’

Sienna Everett glanced toward Julian Forrester in the front row. From her angle, she could only see the fair, elegant line of his neck and his handsome, refined profile.

As if sensing her gaze, the man suddenly turned his head to look at her.

Sienna’s eyelashes fluttered. Feeling the embarrassment of being caught staring, she quickly and flusteredly looked away.

Julian Forrester raised an eyebrow slightly before unhurriedly turning his gaze away.

The auction continued with items from several other celebrities.

When the host saw the next item up for auction and its donor’s name, his eyes lit up, and he announced with a beaming smile:

"Our next donor is not only the mysterious master composer, SG, but also the genius designer, Kian! That’s right, she is none other than Sienna Everett! I’m a huge fan of hers myself!"

As the host finished speaking, the spotlight swung over to find Sienna Everett in her seat.

Many people turned to look in her direction.

The soft light illuminated her stunningly beautiful face. Her skin was fair, her lips a dewy red. She offered a graceful, radiant smile, her picturesque features exuding a captivating and coquettish charm.

Her eyes, in particular, shimmered as if holding a pool of spring water, their beauty so captivating it could stir one’s soul.

A ripple of amazed gasps went through the crowd around her.

Her looks were truly in a league of their own. Even those who disliked her couldn’t deny that she was absolutely, breathtakingly stunning.

After introducing Sienna Everett, the host announced loudly, "Next up for auction is a bracelet from Sienna Everett! The starting bid is ten thousand!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a man raised his paddle. "Five hundred thousand!"

That was five times the price Morgan Everett had called out to save Shannon’s auction.

Immediately after, a beautiful young woman raised her paddle. "Eight hundred thousand!"

As the girl called her bid, she looked over at Sienna Everett, her eyes sparkling.

Keith Sterling’s mouth twitched. He could guess with his toes that this girl was, in all likelihood, one of Sierra’s fans.

’My sister-in-law...’ he thought. ’She really wins over everyone, men and women alike.’

Keith Sterling couldn’t help but whisper, "Sierra, how much did you pay for this bracelet?"

Isabelle Sutton leaned in as well, listening curiously.

Sienna Everett thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I don’t remember. I bought it a long time ago. It wasn’t expensive."

In the time it took for them to exchange just those few words, the bidding for the bracelet had already reached two million.

Keith was amazed. He analyzed in a low voice, "The bracelet itself isn’t expensive, but it’s hit two million in just a few moments. That’s all because your fame is driving up its value."

Isabelle Sutton nodded in agreement. "Of course! It’s a bracelet worn by Kian! I want it too!"

As she spoke, Isabelle Sutton couldn’t resist touching Sienna Everett’s pale, slender wrist. "Hehe, if I can’t get the bracelet Kian wore herself, then getting to touch her hand is the next best thing."

Sienna Everett: "..."

When Orion Hawthorne saw Isabelle touching Sienna, he suddenly wished he were a girl so he could touch Sienna whenever he wanted. "I want to touch SG too! Sienna, will you let me?"

Sienna Everett: "...No." ’What is he even messing around for?’

Just then, Keith Sterling heard a voice call out from not too far away. Maxwell Sawyer had raised his paddle. "Two million three hundred thousand!"

Keith Sterling shot upright, no longer whispering with Sienna. He squinted in Maxwell Sawyer’s direction.

’What the hell? What is that Maxwell Sawyer trying to pull?’

’That’s a bracelet Sierra personally wore. He wants to buy it?’

Sienna recognized Maxwell Sawyer’s voice and was momentarily surprised.

Right after, Ian Prescott, who was next to her, calmly raised his paddle. "Three million!"

Sienna froze. She turned to him, speechless, and whispered, "What are you doing, joining the bidding?"

Ian Prescott’s lips curved into a faint smile. "It’s something of yours. I’d like to add it to my collection."

Sienna Everett: "..."

Just then, Evan Shelby deliberately stirred the pot, raising his paddle. "Three million five hundred thousand!"

Sienna Everett: "..."

’I can’t with these people.’

The next second, Maxwell Sawyer raised his paddle again. "Three million seven hundred thousand!"

Another man called out, "Three million eight hundred thousand!"

Maxwell Sawyer bid again. "Four million!"

Seeing this, Sienna Everett couldn’t help but furrow her brow.

’Ever since I heard Maxwell Sawyer had feelings for me,’ she thought, ’I’ve been trying to avoid contact with him.’

’And now here he is, bidding again and again...’

Ian Prescott, of course, recognized Maxwell Sawyer’s voice. Hearing him bid repeatedly, he glanced over curiously and saw a man with a gentle appearance.

’Is this... one of Sienna’s suitors?’

Ian Prescott glanced at Julian Forrester in the front row—Sienna’s husband—and then at the other man—Sienna’s suitor.

’Interesting.’

With an amused expression, Ian Prescott lowered his paddle and stopped bidding.

The highest bid now belonged to Maxwell Sawyer. If no one bid higher, then Sienna Everett’s bracelet would be his.