Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 124: Snatching from People You Dislike

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Snatching from People You Dislike

At the auction.

Clara Sterling hadn’t bid on the first few lots.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the renowned calligraphy and paintings the old lady loved finally went up for auction.

First up was an ink painting by a famous Qing dynasty artist, with a starting price of three million.

Thea Tate immediately raised the bid: "Three million two hundred thousand."

Clara Sterling frowned slightly.

Thea really came for the calligraphy and paintings.

Clara raised her paddle, "Three million five hundred thousand."

Thea turned her head and looked over with a cold gaze, then continued bidding: "Three million seven hundred thousand."

Annoyance welled up inside Clara.

She coldly bid: "Five million."

Suddenly raising the bid by one million three hundred thousand.

The auctioneer on stage smiled and said: "Lot number three bids five million, is there a higher offer?"

Thea gritted her back teeth in anger, "Five million five hundred thousand!"

Clara calmly matched the bid: "Seven million."

Mandy Lynn had also come to the auction.

But she wasn’t interested in calligraphy and paintings; she was here for the jewelry.

Hearing someone suddenly raise the bid so high, she watched the drama unfold from the side, but as she listened, the voice seemed familiar, like she’d heard it somewhere before.

Following the sound, she saw Clara sitting in the front row.

Mandy immediately sneered in disdain.

Hmph, it’s that poor laborer.

Raising bids recklessly like this, isn’t she afraid her boss will fire her?

Mandy rolled her eyes at Clara’s back, mocking her inwardly: Haha, she can only get a taste of spending money lavishly in places like this. Does she really think she’s a wealthy woman just for helping her boss?

Clara bid seven million five, and Talia Tate followed with seven million five hundred thousand.

Clara then called out "Eight million." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Thea clenched her fists in anger.

She didn’t maintain the bid.

Eight million wasn’t worth it for this painting; she couldn’t keep bidding.

No matter, there were other paintings to come.

Ultimately, this Qing dynasty ink painting was acquired by Clara for eight million.

The next auction item was a true grass script by Tang dynasty artist Arthur Shaw, starting at ten million.

Clara had heard Silas Sheffield mention that when her grandfather was alive, his favorite calligrapher was the Tang dynasty’s Arthur Shaw, and he particularly loved the grass script.

To remember her grandfather, her grandmother collected many grass script artworks.

If she could acquire this genuine Arthur Shaw piece, her grandmother would be very pleased.

That’s what she thought, and naturally, Thea thought so too.

Before Clara could raise her paddle, Thea quickly bid: "Eleven million."

Clara smirked, "Fifteen million."

Thea glanced over, her brow furrowed, eyes gleaming coldly, seemingly warning Clara.

Clara appeared unfazed, her expression neutral.

Thea hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and raised her paddle: "Sixteen million."

Clara chuckled: "Thirty million."

Thea’s knuckles cracked from clenching her fingers, her chest heaving with anger.

This time she was completely at her limit.

Clara had raised the opening bid by a full twenty million!

Thea wanted to fight for this piece, but her finances wouldn’t allow it.

Though the Tate Family was well-off, Thea personally wasn’t short of money, but thirty million in liquid assets wasn’t something she could just conjure up.

Her monthly allowance was only one million, and this time she had told her parents she wanted to bid on a calligraphy piece to give to Silas Sheffield’s grandmother.

Her parents didn’t know that Silas Sheffield was already married, and they certainly wanted to climb up to the Sheffield Family through this marriage.

In Crestwood, the Tate Family was the second most prominent, right below the Sheffield Family, yet this "below" wasn’t by a small margin.

The Sheffield’s wealth had been accumulated over generations, with their ancestors having red backgrounds, holding power and influence, and boasting financial strength that was unmatched in Crestwood.

Without hesitation, Thea’s parents transferred twenty million to her, supporting her bid to win the calligraphy piece for the Sheffield matriarch.

Thea’s budget was two million.

She originally wanted to bid for the ink painting earlier, but decided that something starting at one million wasn’t worth eight million, so she aimed for the latter one.

But who knew that owning the ink painting wasn’t enough for Clara, and she had to fight for the grass script as well.

Starting at ten million, she had expected to acquire it for two million or a little over.

But Clara unexpectedly bumped it from sixteen million up to thirty million, far exceeding her budget.

She might have managed to scrape together twenty-three million.

But thirty million was truly beyond reach.

Thea slumped in her chair, hands trembling with anger, eyes burning with fury.

Clara was definitely doing it on purpose!

This woman may seem simple and innocent, giving off an impression of being easily bullied.

Thea finally understood that Clara wasn’t someone who let others push her around; she was a tough one, with more spikes than a porcupine!

Eventually, Arthur Shaw’s authentic work was claimed by Clara for thirty million.

Watching Thea seething in anger, Clara felt profoundly satisfied.

Mandy Lynn witnessed the entire process of Clara’s bidding.

She frowned, pondering, who exactly was Clara’s boss?

Such wealth, allowing Clara to bid so recklessly?

With the calligraphy done, it was time for jewelry.

Mandy Lynn had her eyes on a pink diamond necklace, starting at three million.

Clara originally didn’t intend to go for it, but when she heard Mandy Lynn bidding continuously from the back, clearly liking the pink diamond necklace, Clara suddenly changed her mind.

Mandy liked it, so she had to fight for it.

When the price reached six hundred thousand, no one else was bidding.

Mandy Lynn, delighting, thought the necklace was hers, a triumphant smile forming on her lips.

The next second, Clara casually raised her paddle from the front row, "Seven hundred thousand."

Mandy Lynn: "..."

This bitch, grabbing calligraphy wasn’t enough, she had to fight for the necklace too.

Mandy Lynn wouldn’t stand for such provocation, and bid: "Seven hundred twenty thousand."

Clara: "Eight hundred thousand."

Mandy Lynn: "Eight hundred twenty thousand."

Clara recalled Silas Sheffield saying, she could bid on anything she liked.

Seemed he wouldn’t fault her for spending money recklessly.

Clara increased the bid to nine hundred thousand.

...

After a few rounds, the price hit one million five hundred thousand.

This time it was Mandy Lynn’s turn to exceed her budget.

She had to give up the necklace.

Clara’s achievements: +1, beautifully taking three items.

All three snatched from people she disliked.

Sweet!