Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0136

Belle nodded gently, saying, “I was told by the man who delivered her to the auction house that

she was sold for ten billion.”

“Ten billion!” Emily exclaimed.

She pondered in disbelief, thinking about the enormity of ten billion. Even her family, who ran a company,

couldn't amass such wealth in a lifetime.

“Are you sure you heard that right?” she asked.

Belle admitted, “Initially, | doubted it too. But the incident created a massive stir that night. People are still

talking about it. It must be genuine.”

“Violet, worth ten billion?” Emily's jealousy had reached new heights.

Her sister was beautiful, but ten billion dollars? Even if her beauty topped all other women on the

planet, she couldn't be worth 10 billion dollars.

Belle speculated, “Who knows? Maybe swealthy old men, flush with cash and nowhere to

spend it, fell for her charm.”

To be honest, Belle was envious of this finding. She viewed Violet as nothing extraordinary.

Why would anyone pay ten billion for her? Belle had withheld this information from Emily until she

could verify it, finding the concept of purchasing someone for such a sum to be dubious to her.

Emily grasped the meaning in Belle’s words, and wondered, “So, an elderly man bought her?”

Belle neither confirmed nor denied it, as the buyer's identity was concealed behind a mask when he went on

stage. His identity, age, and other details remained unknown.

She reasoned, “It’s a simple guess. How many young men can afford to spend ten billion dollars

on a woman? If they could, they wouldn't need to. There are plenty of women willing to be with

them for free. It's likely an old man nearing his end, with more money than he can use.”

Belle’s analysis was reasonable. Emily’s envy had finally gone, but she was still bitter about the

outcome.

“Violet's luck to fetch ten billion is astonishing! | doubt she’s worth even ten thousand! But now that she has

been sold, it means Oliver is now available for me,” Emily thought, finding comfort in

the idea.

Even though Oliver was merely a painter, the influence and power of his family’s business were

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dollars for any business transaction.

In this context, a sum of ten billion seemed minor compared to Oliver'sworth.

This realization provided srelief for Emily.

A voice cut them off their conversation. “What are you talking about? Who's being sold and bought?”

Patrick entered the room, his expression grim and serious, catching the mother and daughter off guard and

causing them to turn pale.

He wore a stern expression. “Who are you talking about being sold?”

It was clear from his questioning that he had heard enough to ask for more information.

Emily was well aware of her father’s strict demeanor. She was visibly shaken and nervous.

In contrast, Belle maintained her composure and quickly assumed a shameless expression on her face.

She disclosed, “Who else but your precious daughter? | never imagined she’d stoop to such shameless and

dishonorable behavior. Not only did she defy coming back home, but she even resorted to selling herself.”

Patrick’s face darkened further at these accusations.

Emily tugged on Belle’s clothes, and urged, “Mom, stop it.”

“Why shouldn't | say it? How many times have you tried to reason with her? Did she ever heed your advice?”

Patrick sought confirmation. “Is this true?”

“It's true.”

The affirmation cfrom Oliver, who had followed Patrick from behind.

Oliver inhaled deeply to relieve the pain in his chest. When he spotted Violet cout of someone else’s room

that day, he wanted to strangle her.

He also checked thereafter, and confirmed that Violet was purchased by someone.

However, he didn’t pay attention to the specifics and chose not to delve deeper, preferring to distance himself

from any further heartache associated with Violet.

“Emily tried to persuade her to chome,” Oliver stated, “but she didn’t want to.”

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This truth irritated him even more. What was she getting herself into for refusing to chome?

In a moment of frustration, Patrick slammed the shoe cabforcefully, nearly causing the

artwork above to fall.

Before he strode into the room, he said gruffly, “Forget about her!”

Oliver observed the impact of Patrick’s blow. Patrick, like him, was heartbroken and hurt by Violet's lack of self-

respect.

In fac

Oliver's appearance caught Emily off guard. Her complexion becnoticeably pale and didn’t recover despite a

long time.

The extent of what Oliver had overheard was uncertain, especially if he becaware of their

involvement in the matter.

“Oliver...” she uttered his nsoftly.

His demeanor softened as he turned to face Emily. Oliver brushed her hair tenderly, and reassured her, “Don’t

stress over Vivi’'s problems. Focus on taking care of yourself.”

At that moment, Emily was the sole focus of his gaze and attention.

Relaxed, Emily let go of her apprehension, and nodded obediently. “Alright.”

“Oliver, would you like to stay for dinner?” Belle quickly approached him, extending the invitation.

He shook his head. “No, thank you. | have other commitments. | was just dropping Uncle Patrick

off.”

With those words, Oliver exited the room.

Lucius remained absent, as though he had disappeared from Violet's life, not even bothering to

call.

This made Violet acutely aware that he was taking Emily’s comments seriously, likely repulsed by

her actions.