Arabella Vanderbilt didn't speak again, and Joel Russo reached out to press gently on the frown between her brows.
"I won't look next time," he said.
The gentleness in his demeanor, as opposed to the cold, indifferent man that had just appeared before everyone, was a stark contrast.
A small gesture had fully embodied tenderness and intimacy.
All the women's hearts fluttered with this man's every move, every subtle expression—each carried an irresistible magic, full of deadly seduction.
"Let's continue with the bidding," Joel Russo said as he lowered his hand and looked indifferently at the auctioneer on stage.
The auctioneer, in a panic, quickly said, "All right, we will continue with the bidding. Now we have Miss Arabella's bid of one hundred million. Is there anyone else who would like to continue the bidding?"
A hundred million for a dance!
This was already madness. Apart from this man with an unknown background, who would do such an unscrupulous thing?
