Although she couldn't figure out what Owen Moreland was up to, Amelia Clarke still firmly shook her head, "I don't want it."
Owen Moreland shifted slightly, leaning back in his chair as if talking to himself with a hint of regret, "It's a pity, this necklace is pretty nice."
Amelia Clarke stared at Owen Moreland's expression for a few seconds, always feeling that his words had a deeper meaning, but his demeanor remained as calm and collected as ever, his eyes deep and tranquil, revealing nothing.
However, her attention was quickly drawn to the two people fiercely bidding.
At this point, the price of the pink diamond necklace had already exceeded US$ 1,412,000, and the entire auction hall became more solemn.
Sharon: "US$ 1,553,200!"
The middle-aged man nonchalantly raised his paddle: "US$ 1,624,900."
Sharon glared at the middle-aged man, raising her paddle again with a coquettish tone, "US$ 2,117,000!"
