Chapter 147

The Summerton Auction commenced precisely at seven in the evening.

Guests entered the grand hall wearing elaborate masquerade masks provided by the ushers.

Beyond its renowned jewelry collection, Summerton also specialized in rare antiques, all transactions conducted with impeccable legality.

The circular auction hall boasted traditional wooden architecture, exuding vintage elegance. The space comprised both the main floor and exclusive VIP suites on the upper level.

Eight luxurious VIP rooms overlooked the proceedings through floor-to-ceiling windows, offering privileged guests complete visibility of both the auction stage and general attendees.

Access to these private suites required not only exceptional social standing but a minimum net worth of $150 million. Summerton's clientele represented the crème de la crème of high society.

Evelyn Vanderbilt arrived with Gregory Fannon, her delicate features partially concealed behind an ornate mask. She wore an ivory gown with a daring high neckline, her hair swept into an elegant chignon.

Sequined tassel earrings complemented her graceful neckline, while the dress's fitted bodice accentuated her slender waist.

As they took their assigned seats in the main hall, Gregory scanned the masked crowd. "Are you certain Vivian will appear tonight?"

"Without doubt."

Evelyn had deliberately leaked information through Frederick Fuller, even providing him with the design specifications of her auction piece. Tonight would mark Vivian's final humiliation.

If anyone deserved to be exposed as a fraud, it would be Vivian Vanderbilt.

Right on cue, Vivian made her entrance.

Despite the masks, mutual recognition was instantaneous.

Vivian approached with feline grace. "I knew you'd be here." Frederick hadn't deceived her after all.

"Here for entertainment?" Evelyn maintained her serene smile.

Vivian crossed her arms with a derisive snort. "For the auction, naturally. Though I should warn you - there's still time to withdraw if you wish to avoid public embarrassment."

Evelyn's laughter tinkled like crystal. "The evening's outcome remains uncertain." She'd indulged Vivian's arrogance long enough.

"Don't overestimate yourself, Evelyn." Vivian's jaw tightened.

How dare this woman remain so composed? The night would end with Evelyn in tears!

A black-suited bodyguard materialized beside Vivian. "Ms. Vanderbilt, Mr. and Mrs. Laurent await you in the VIP suite."

Vivian tossed her hair triumphantly. "You'll have to excuse me. The upper levels beckon. Do enjoy the... commoner's view."

She strutted away, heels clicking rhythmically against marble.

Evelyn's brow furrowed.

Gregory whirled toward her. "The Laurent family? How is this possible? Since when do they associate with the Vanderbilts?"

What connection could the prestigious Laurents possibly have with Vivian?

Though perplexed, Evelyn remained undeterred. Tonight, she would reclaim everything Vivian had stolen - regardless of who stood behind her.

A hostess in flowing silk approached. "Pardon the interruption, but you've received an invitation to join a VIP party."

Evelyn exchanged glances with Gregory.

"From whom?" she inquired.

The hostess offered a practiced smile. "My apologies, but the host requested anonymity. All will be revealed if you'd kindly follow me."