Chapter 2

Jackson pulled me into the venue, but looking left and right, there was no seat for me.

Jackson's expression soured as he raised his hand, about to call a waiter, when Violet's pale hand pressed down on his and pulled it back.

Violet smiled gently.

"Jackson, I switched the seats. We haven't seen each other in so many years—I have so much I want to say to you. My seat is over there. Could this young lady sit there instead?"

I keenly noticed Jackson's gaze fixed on their intertwined hands, his eyes filled with deep joy.

Having been with him this long, I'd heard about their history.

Simply put, Violet kept Jackson as a backup.

When she had a boyfriend, she wouldn't say a word to him for a year or two.

When she didn't have a boyfriend, she'd occasionally have physical contact with him but never cross that line.

And now, this was just a woman's sense of crisis.

After all, her former lapdog was dating someone—how could she feel good about that?

So little favors like holding hands, getting close, hugging—Violet was now giving these to Jackson.

Violet shook his hand twice, and Jackson immediately came back to his senses, looking at me apologetically.

"Amy, go sit over there. We don't get to see each other often, okay?"

I remained unmoved, my feet rooted to the spot.

Jackson shook off my hand, tightening his grip on Violet's hand.

"Amy, are my words meaningless now? Don't make me say it twice!"

He pulled Violet toward the front row. Violet looked back at me with an apologetic smile, her eyes full of smugness.

Only when the waiter impatiently reminded me to take my seat did I react, slowly walking to the corner seat.

I didn't know if it was psychological or what, but my prosthetic eye hurt terribly, sore and swollen.

In the darkness, I secretly removed it, leaving only one eye to watch them.

Throughout the entire auction, the two of them had their heads together, whispering about who knows what. Jackson didn't give me a single glance.

Not until that jade piece appeared did the atmosphere reach a small climax.

This thing wasn't rare, just natural, polished by a master, and hyped up by these people, so naturally its value soared.

After several rounds of bidding, it had been driven up to 3 million.

Jackson lightly raised his hand.

"Ten million. Stop bidding, I'll take it."

Everyone was shocked by his big gesture.

The thing was valuable, but not worth ten million.

The waiter was thrilled and immediately handed the jade to him.

Under everyone's gaze, Jackson held the velvet box and slowly walked toward me.

The camera followed Jackson's steps, projecting onto the big screen.

The spotlight timely shone on me.

Jackson knelt on one knee, holding up the jade.

"Amy, I—"

His words didn't finish, but his smile froze on his face.