Within a few seconds, he reluctantly glanced at Noah Drexler and Summer Shawcross behind the curtain, then began to speak.
"I’m not available today, Mr. Drexler, but I will certainly accompany you another day!"
After saying that, Dustin Hughes turned around and hurriedly left the auction site.
At that moment, the host looked at his watch and announced.
"The auction has ended. Let’s congratulate Mr. Drexler and Mr. Zhou, who have each secured a private performance from the lady behind the curtain and Miss Linden for fifty million and five million, respectively!"
A wave of enthusiastic applause erupted at the scene.
Wendy Linden stood on stage, her face already extremely unsightly.
"What a ridiculous auction, it’s unfair!" she cursed through clenched teeth, then lifted her dress and ran out of the auction hall.
The venue was bustling once again.
Behind the curtain, holding her violin, Summer Shawcross finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She almost sold Noah Drexler. If that man found out, she would probably be grounded again.
When that thought popped into her head, Summer herself was taken aback.
She originally thought she gave it her all at this auction for the violin her father gave her.
But why... during the auction process just now, all she could think of was not selling Noah to Wendy Linden...
...
Dustin Hughes hurriedly arrived at Yancy Shaw’s room door with his people when he heard the angry voice of a man from inside.
"She’s not her, get out! Get out of here! She can’t be replaced by someone like you!"
A scantily clad woman turned pale with fear and quickly came out the door.
When she saw Dustin Hughes at the door, she paused.
"Mr. Hughes, he..."
Dustin said nothing, just waved his hand.
The woman understood and turned to leave.
Dustin pushed open the door and walked in.
Inside the room, Yancy Shaw was leaning on the sofa, pressing his head with a pained expression.
When he heard the noise at the door, his expression changed, and he turned to look at the man at the doorway.
"Did you send the person?"
"Yes." Dustin did not deny it, though he was puzzled. He had painstakingly found a woman with an eighty percent resemblance to his deceased wife, but Yancy had just kicked her out.
Didn’t he most want to see his departed wife? Now that a person with such a resemblance was here, he was so resistant.
A man who believed in even the Summoning Technique still had some rationality left.
"You think finding a woman who looks like my wife will make me cooperate with you?" Yancy ridiculed.
That woman only had a slight resemblance to her, but she fell far short in every other way!
No one could compare to her.
"Whether or not Mr. Shaw wants to cooperate with us is up to him. If you don’t want this woman, that’s fine too." Dustin calmly persuaded.
"But I would like to remind Mr. Shaw, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Your beloved wife won’t return, but your ambition remains."
He only felt that the man in front of him was pathetic, turning from a formidable figure in the business world into someone who only drowned in past sorrows day in and day out, all for a deceased woman.
"Ambition?" Yancy chuckled.
"Without her, I’m nothing. Now that she’s gone, what use is ambition to me!"
If she could come back, he would exchange anything for it!
Power, wealth, he didn’t care; even if he had to live the harshest days, he would still be willing!