Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 769: I Don’t Like You

Even though Norman Sutton had never praised Lana Holloway’s work before, compared to the other pieces auctioned earlier, this painting by Lana Holloway truly deserved to be called a masterpiece.

However, at this auction, the artist’s fame far outweighed the value of the artwork itself.

Lana Holloway wasn’t well-known, and the starting price was only fifty thousand.

Many art collectors based their purchases on the artist’s reputation, and for works by lesser-known artists, they would likely be bought as decorative pieces rather than collectibles, so naturally, people were unwilling to pay too high a price for such pieces.

Compared to the previous works that sold for over five million, Lana Holloway’s painting, after several rounds of bidding, only reached five hundred thousand.

For this amount, Lana Holloway was quite satisfied, as it had surpassed her initial expectations.

"Five hundred eighty thousand," a middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit bid again.

After that, no one else raised their paddles.

"Five hundred eighty thousand, once."

"Five hundred eighty thousand, twice."

"Five hundred eighty thousand..."

"One million."

Just as the auctioneer was about to drop the hammer, a young man’s voice came through, steady and firm.

One million, the highest bid so far in the auction.

Not only were the people in the audience shocked and incredulous, but even the highly professional auctioneer was momentarily stunned, wondering if he had misheard.

After a moment of surprise, he finally focused his gaze on the young man who made the bid and smiled, "Let me confirm again, did Mr. No. 23 bid one million?"

All eyes fell on the man with the paddle, including those of the painting’s creator, Lana Holloway.

The crowd began buzzing: "Isn’t this kid here to stir up trouble? One million isn’t a trifling amount."

"Yeah, this work doesn’t have any collectible value or potential for appreciation, even the fifty-eight thousand bid by that man earlier felt too high to me."

"But it doesn’t seem like he’s messing around, that young master belongs to the Sutton family."

"The Suttons? The same Suttons who are allied with the Warner family?"

"That makes sense; for them, a million is probably just for fun."

"But wouldn’t it be better if a million were spent on a master’s piece? This painting really isn’t worth it."

"Who knows, maybe that young master just likes this painting."

Lance Quincy casually smiled, "So it’s this kid, huh."

Lana Holloway’s initial surprise turned to cursing Norman Sutton in her mind as soon as she saw it was him.

Can money really make someone act so recklessly? Is he here to show off his wealth?

The auctioneer happily dropped the hammer after Norman Sutton nodded to confirm the bid.

Ultimately, the painting was sold for one million, becoming the talk of the night.

After calling out the bid, Norman Sutton realized that with this purchase, he had nearly depleted his earnings from years of competitions and streaming.

He admitted there was a hint of impulse in his actions, and his motivation wasn’t solely to attract Lana Holloway’s attention; he believed that such a fine work deserved its worth.

Norman Sutton also thought that after this auction, Lana Holloway might gain some fame due to the painting selling for a million.

He believed that Lana Holloway was not lacking in skill, just in exposure opportunities.

Throughout the auction, only three paintings sold for over a million.

Two were posthumous works by foreign masters, and one was the spotlight painting of the evening, attracting many attendees.

So thanks to Norman Sutton’s seemingly frivolous spending, Lana Holloway’s painting garnered plenty of attention that night.

By the time the auction ended, it was close to eleven at night.

Knowing that Norman Sutton was also at the auction, Lana Holloway didn’t plan on lingering and prepared to head straight home.

Lana Holloway came with Lance Quincy, who, naturally, wouldn’t feel at ease letting a young woman walk home alone at night. He initially planned to escort Lana Holloway home after the event.

But with Norman Sutton present, it seemed unlikely that Lance would get the chance.

Lance Quincy walked with Lana Holloway to the exhibition hall entrance, and while waiting for the event organizer’s car, Norman Sutton’s car pulled up before them.

Norman Sutton rolled down the window, completely ignoring Lance Quincy, and said to Lana Holloway, "Get in the car, I’ll drive you home."

Lana Holloway’s expression was one of full resistance, even involuntarily stepping back half a step to signal her refusal. She shifted her gaze elsewhere, pretending Norman Sutton wasn’t talking to her and that she didn’t know him.

Norman Sutton, frustrated that a million wasn’t enough to earn a smile from her, demanded, "Lana Holloway, I told you to get in the car!"

Lana Holloway pretended not to hear, turning her head to look in another direction.

Lance Quincy observed the two, quietly amused, understanding Norman Sutton’s irritation. After all, he had splurged a million just to please Lana Holloway. He must have thought she’d soften, at least a bit, in favor of the million.

But Norman Sutton didn’t grasp Lana Holloway’s feelings. This large sum only made Lana feel they belonged to different worlds.

It was evident that Lana utterly disliked Norman Sutton’s impulsive and thoughtless approach.

Amid the standoff, the event organizer’s car arrived.

Lance Quincy found it inappropriate to leave Lana Holloway alone, but taking her away seemed equally wrong.

At this moment, Norman Sutton got out of the car, stepped in front of Lana Holloway, and pressed her, saying, "Get in the car."

Obviously, if Lana Holloway refused again, Norman Sutton might just drag her into the car.

With people coming and going at the venue entrance, Lana did not want to confront Norman Sutton there.

"Quincy, you go ahead, I’ll catch a cab home later."

Upon hearing this, Lance Quincy saw an opportunity for a graceful exit.

"Alright, be safe on the road, and send me a message when you get home."

Lana Holloway nodded, "Sure, thank you, Quincy."

After Lance Quincy left, Lana Holloway did not enter Norman Sutton’s car but instead looked up at him and asked, "What are you really trying to do?"

Norman Sutton replied, "Do you still think I was joking with you before?"

Lana Holloway sighed helplessly and answered, "Fine. I’ll consider what you said serious, but I don’t accept your proposal. I don’t like you. Please, Young Master Sutton, don’t pester me again. As you said, we’re from different worlds. Whether it’s a new game or something else, I don’t wish to be involved. I just want to live my own peaceful life."

After saying this, Lana Holloway turned and walked towards the road without looking back.

Norman Sutton was still processing Lana Holloway’s words as he watched her hail and get into a taxi before heading back to his car to follow her.