Chapter 750: There Are So Many Vixens Today!

Upon seeing Olive, Eleanor and Franklin’s eyes lit up. “Yo, who is this? Isn’t this President Augustine’s ex-lover, the woman who was just abandoned?” Eleanor eyed Olive’s beautiful face enviously. It was far more beautiful than her daughter’s. “If only my daughter were this beautiful!” she mused. Then, angrily, she declared, “Why are you at this auction? Do you even have any money? Augustine gave you money before, but now that he’s abandoned you, he’s cut you off. My daughter is his new love now. She treats him very well, and he even gave us his card to spend as we please.” Eleanor slapped a bank card onto the coffee table, displaying it to Olive.

Annabelle frowned, observing the interaction. “Olive, who are they, and what are they saying? I don’t understand.” How could her son have a new love without her, as a mother, knowing? If he did, she’d break his leg! Olive winked playfully at Annabelle, whispering, “Aunty Annabelle, ignore them; they’re lunatics.”

Eleanor and Franklin then turned their attention to Annabelle. Eleanor sneered, “Who is she? Judging by her appearance, she must be another vixen.” Olive was astonished; the Scotts hadn't even allowed her to introduce Elvis’s mother.

A charming voice interrupted, “Annabelle, Olive, why are you all here?” It was Joyce.

“Mummy!” Olive exclaimed sweetly.

“Joyce, what are you doing at the auction? Buying something?” Annabelle asked curiously, not having seen Joyce recently due to her busy career launching a new restaurant.

“Shh,” Joyce hushed, placing a finger to her lips. “I’m looking for the secret of the arena. I came to buy it, so let’s be quiet so nobody steals it.”

“The secrets of the arena? What’s that?” Annabelle questioned.

“It’s… that kind of secret book…” Joyce stammered, blinking repeatedly.

Annabelle remained clueless. Olive rested her forehead on her hand; she suspected the “secret book” was nothing serious. “Mummy, stop, don’t confuse Aunty Annabelle,” she said.

Joyce blinked charmingly, then laughed. “It’s not me who broke the gem; it’s that old fox, Alpha.”

Suddenly, a commotion erupted. “Look!” someone shouted.

Olive, Joyce, and Annabelle looked up as the auction doors swung open, revealing a familiar figure. Damien, impeccably dressed in a black suit, vest, and white shirt, exuded an aura of power and authority that instantly captivated everyone's attention. His personal secretary, Reuben, followed behind him.

Joyce hadn't seen Damien since their last encounter at the clubhouse. “Olive, why is your father here? To buy something?” she asked.

Olive’s bright eyes fixed on Damien as the auction house manager rushed to greet him. She knew her father wasn't a buyer; he owned the place. Maintaining eye contact with her mother, she lied, “Mummy, I don’t know why Daddy’s here.”

Joyce dismissed the matter. “Forget it. I don’t care about him. Olive, Annabelle, let’s sit in that box.” She gestured toward a luxurious room near Eleanor and Franklin.

Eleanor and Franklin also saw Damien, his impressive entrance undeniable. Their eyes lit up; Damien’s prestige as the son of the imperial capital was unmatched. Having already encountered Elvis, they now saw Damien, instantly regretting not having more daughters.

They glared at Joyce. Eleanor snapped, “You cheap vixen!”

Joyce smiled, “Thank you for the compliment!”

She then leaned in to Olive, whispering, “Olive, isn’t that couple Naomi’s parents?” Olive didn't question her mother’s knowledge; Nathan often spent time with Joyce and shared everything.

“Yes,” Olive confirmed.

Joyce smirked, “Interesting. I’ll tease them later.” Olive silently offered a moment of sympathy for Eleanor and Franklin, knowing they were about to face Joyce’s retribution.

The auction began. Olive bid two hundred thousand. Eleanor and Franklin, from the next room, outbid her, snatching the agate stone for three hundred thousand.