Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 517 Misled A random person in the audience raised that question.

The identity of Mrs. Finch naturally meant being Jonathan's wife. The crowd soon looked at Anastasia with suspense, awaiting her response. Of course, she meant being Jonathan's wife, but she couldn't make it obvious. She grumbled playfully with a smile. "Hey, I didn't say that." Although her words denied it, her tone added more ambiguity to her statement.

Glancing at the entrance and finding no sight of Jonathan, Anastasia was slightly relieved, continuing, "The item I'm auctioning today is a ring I received not long ago." Following her words, the staff moved the display stand onto the stage. The item on the stand was covered with a silk cloth.

When hearing that the item was a ring, Rose was taken aback and almost instinctively thought of the red diamond ring on Anastasia's hand. With bated breath, she watched Anastasia remove the silk cloth and reveal the ring... Not only Rose, but the audience also held their breath with shock in their eyes. That diamond ring... "Red diamond!" "I can't believe it's a red diamond. And it's so big!" "The design is full of ingenuity, and the cutting craftsmanship is absolutely perfect. More importantly, the size! It's a scarce item!" "How did you get such a big red diamond cut, Ms. Young?" a curious person asked.

Everyone knew Young's House of Jewels was the leading player in the industry. Still, such a large cut with a perfect red hue was a real rarity.

The audience quickly caught the look of tenderness in Anastasia's eyes. Suddenly, their assumption from earlier solidified. Could it really be...

"A friend of mine gifted this to me. As for how he acquired the red diamond, I have no idea." Anastasia's voice echoed in the venue.

A friend of hers... Was it who they thought it was? "I heard that a large red diamond was discovered at the Finch Group's overseas mine not long ago..." "Yes, I heard that too. Well, only Finch Group has that kind of money." "So, does that mean Ms. Young's ring was Mr. Finch's..." The more they connected their theories, the more they believed they were right. Anastasia and Jonathan had been friends since childhood. Even if she had been married once, what mattered more was that they genuinely loved each other. Amid the heated discussion, a person piped up. "During the Young family inheritance dispute lately, Mr. Finch had seemingly helped Ms. Young." "Seemingly? He did. One of my collaborators even received a specific order from Mr. Finch..." "If that's the case, then Ms. Young and Mr. Finch..." By then, the audience had reckoned their theory was true. Still, Anastasia should announce the good news herself.

Regardless, the dynamic had shifted between her and the audience. Swere even ready to treat her with the respect that only the wife of the ruler of Finch Group should receive. Although the chatter was inescapable, Rose stared blankly at the ring. How could she not recognize it? She had the sring! In any case, she wasn't the only one who recognized it as Miles was stumped to see it too. He was about to say something to her but was interrupted by the sound from the entrance.

The noise wasn't subtle, prompting many to look toward the door. When they saw the person who had entered, they were stunned. Wasn't that... Jonathan? His hair was slightly damp, as if dripping with sweat, and his black shirt clung tightly to his chest. His rapid breathing made him look like he had been through an intense workout.

The first thing Jonathan did upon entering was to look for Rose. After scanning the room, he caught sight of her figure, but she didn't look in his direction. Despite feeling эл dejected, he was pleased enough to see her.

Not wanting to attract more attention, Jonathan simply found an empty seat and sat down amid the concentrating gazes on him. However, those looks felt rather ambiguous.

He frowned and crossed his arms across his chest, visibly impatient. Instantly, the crowd retracted their gazes.

Perhaps... Jonathan disliked others discussing his private business. At that thought, they pretended like nothing had happened.

The entire time, he spared no glance at Anastasia on stage. Although disappointed, she had a way of making him see her soon. Curling her lips into a smile, she continued her speech.

"I hope this ring will find its rightful owner!" It was only then the audience realized Anastasia wanted to auction off the ring Jonathan had gifted her! If it was a present from him, why not cherish it? Why would she sell it? Everybody was baffled.

Meanwhile, Jonathan's expression darkened when he saw the ring on the display stand. He radiated coldness and prompted the Poet around him to glance over cautiously, only to see him staring at the ring with a menacing gaze.

When Anastasia descended the stage, a person raised their paddle. "100 thousand dollars. As though knowing the price was far from the actual value, their voice sounded visibly hesitant. "200 thousand." "300 thousand..." Bids cin one after another, and soon the price reached five million dollars.

"Ten million!" The powerful, resounding voice was unmistakably commanding. The crowd followed the source of the sound and saw Jonathan, who had acquired a bid paddle at spoint. The auctioneer announced, "Number 36 has offered ten million dollars! Do I hear more?" The audience was dead silent. Who would dare to bid against Jonathan? His expression was filled with anger, as though unwilling for anyone else to get it. Connecting the theory from earlier, the audience seemed to have found the answer to their question.

Perhaps the couple had a fallout,

and Anastasia was auctioning off the ring out of spite. Still, it was a bizarre scénario, seeing one was selling it while the other was buying it back with ten million dollars. How extravagant! Just as the crowd thought the ring would be auctioned off at ten million dollars, another voice rang in the venue.

"20 million!" Those two simple words resembled a thunderstrike, pulling everyone's focus to the owner of that voice. They were stunned when they saw who it was.

"20 million, offered by the gentleman with Number 95!" the auctioneer announced.

Wasn't Number 95 the person who purchased Oliver's suit at 30 million dollars earlier?