Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 63: Auction House 2

Holding the card, she entered the venue.

Assistant Cheney glanced around the crowd, his gaze fixed on the corner seat in the last row.

He walked toward the pure white thin figure and respectfully greeted, "Miss Prescott."

Seeing him here, the young doctor was visibly taken aback.

Assistant Cheney got to the point, "Miss Prescott, your seat is at the front, please move forward."

Seeing her confusion, he added, "Everything was arranged by President Lowell."

Claire Prescott cautiously glanced at the front and deliberately lowered her voice, "Is Keane Lowell here for the auction too?"

"No, President Lowell can’t break away for the moment."

Upon hearing this, Claire Prescott immediately understood his meaning and promptly replied, "I’m fine sitting here."

Because Finn Prescott was in the front row.

She didn’t want to sit in the front.

Unexpectedly, Finn really came to attend the auction, and if he’s here for the Meteorite Necklace, she saw no need to bid.

Seeing her reluctance to move forward, Assistant Cheney became unsure and eventually sat down beside her, asking, "Is there something concerning you, Miss Prescott?"

Claire shook her head.

Cheney chose not to probe further, remained silent for a while, then changed the subject, "Which auction item caught your eye, Miss Prescott?"

Being investigated like this repeatedly, it must be under some instruction from Keane Lowell, she retorted, "What task did your President Lowell assign you?"

Cheney did not answer.

With her status, there’s nothing she wants but can’t have; watching silently from the side and stepping in at the right moment is all that’s needed.

Claire took out her phone, intending to message Keane Lowell.

But considering he’s still busy, probably too occupied to notice her now, she reluctantly put her phone down again.

As bidders arrived successively, the auction soon began.

The host in tails and white gloves took the stage and started introducing the collectibles from the first item.

The initial items were collectibles worth millions, and bidders raised their cards one after another, the competition was quite fierce.

Claire occasionally glanced at Finn’s back; he hadn’t raised his card during these items, seemingly uninterested.

The closer it got to the end, the more tense her heartstrings became.

Until the Moon Meteorite Necklace appeared.

After the host’s introduction, the audience was silent.

She even heard disdainful remarks from the front:

"It’s nothing but a necklace made from polished stones; it lacks appeal and doesn’t bring any prestige when gifted."

"Giving this to a girl, saying graciously it’s like taking down the moon for you, actually is no different from gifting a mundane rock."

The less interested they were in this necklace, the more relieved Claire felt.

However, at the starting bid of one million, someone had already raised a card.

Claire fixed her eyes on Finn’s situation.

Approaching the point of closing at one million and fifty-thousand, Claire’s expression tightened, she hesitatingly raised her card, "One million one hundred and fifty thousand."

The clear voice resounded in the venue.

Inexplicably, everyone looked toward her.

Hearing the familiar voice, Finn paused, then slowly turned his head to look at her through the crowd.

His gaze was very calm, exceedingly deep, emotions within were complex and hard to discern.

Claire shifted her gaze away, silently lowering her number card.

Just then, the previous bidder raised the bid, incrementing little by little behind her, his tone carrying an amused feel, seemingly perceiving her as easy to bully given she’s sitting in the back and appears like a young girl.

Finn’s expression darkened, raising the price directly to seven million.

The string of stones was thrust to an astronomical price.

The bidder’s face turned ashen, and he dared not raise the card rashly again.

Claire gripped the card, delaying raising it, competing with him lacked any meaning; regardless, it was family money being spent.

Yet...

Seeing her withdrawing, Cheney raised the card, "Seven million five hundred thousand."

Witnessing it, Claire glanced sideways at him, "Why are you stirring up trouble?"

The extra fifty thousand is still money, at such a high price, clearly Finn is determined to win this necklace.

Moments later, Finn called out again, "Ten million."

Claire’s face paled, her heart bleeding.

Just as Cheney was about to raise the card again, she hastily stopped him, "Don’t raise it again."

Cheney slowly spoke, "President Lowell instructed to help you secure anything you fancy."

"That person up front is my brother."

Cheney froze, indeed he hadn’t recognized his back.

He refrained from raising the card.

No one in the venue raised the price again; the necklace fell into Finn’s hands without any suspense.

Everyone watched as a supposedly mundane meteorite multiplied its auction price tenfold in value.

Upon Finn securing the necklace and leaving the venue, Claire lowered her gaze, uneasy inside.

Ultimately, she too left the venue from the back.

Unexpectedly, she encountered Keane Lowell in the lounge.

His custom-fitted suit perfectly accentuated his physique; it was the first time she saw him in a suit, exuding steadiness and vigor, but she was in no mood to admire.

Feeling the coldness in her palm, the man furrowed his brows and draped his suit over her.

"Didn’t win the one you liked?" he asked warmly.

Following those words, Assistant Cheney trailing behind unexpectedly felt fearful.

Claire shook her head, managed a smile, "No worries, I’m just here to broaden my horizons."

Just then, Finn appeared, his assistant carrying the necklace.

Claire’s gaze fell upon it.

She wanted to say something, but Finn merely cast a cold glance at her, indifferent as he walked past her, his emotions indecipherable.

Regardless, he didn’t notice her deep interest in the Meteorite Necklace, and that’s all that mattered.

Though feeling a bit aggrieved inside, she quickly feigned indifference, grabbing Keane’s hand, "Are you done with work now?"

The man silently looked at her.

He hadn’t attended the auction, unaware of the events, but from their expressions, he spotted something amiss, sensing her unhappiness was visible to him.

Without saying much or asking further, Keane took her hand, guiding her away.

...

Back at The Cloud Brocade Hotel.

Assistant Cheney was standing in the living room, recounting everything that happened at the auction, down to the final bid amount.

The sibling rivalry between the Prescott siblings in the auction was evident, leaving the venue without a word, highlighting their complex relationship, supporting previous rumors of discord within the Prescott family; now it seemed likely true.

Assistant Cheney watched the person on the sofa checking the tablet, patiently waiting for him to speak.

On the screen, the Meteorite Necklace was magnified to the maximum, clearly visible with the engraved code: PQY0101.

Like something beckoning forth.

Keane’s gaze was fixed on it, immediately recognizing the significance of that code.

Her name and birthday.

His little girl had matters on her mind.

"If there’s nothing else, head back for now." He instructed.

With those words, Assistant Cheney noticeably relaxed.