Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 130

The wife of Solrace Corporation's CEO, gave away a ragged amulet for a charity auction. Moreover, the amulet seemed to have been carried by someone for ages and the rim of it was worn.

It seemed that she didn't want to devote anything for charity. But how could she donate a used amulet? Hadn't she thought about how embarrassing it would be for Mr. Kirkland?

When everyone saw the amulet, there was disdain in their eyes as they looked at Clara.

However, Clara didn't care how others were looking at her.

The amulet was a gift from her mother, there was her mother's love in it. She couldn't watch it being sold!

She nervously grabbed Horace's arm and looked at him pitifully, "What should we do? I… I can't lose this. My mom gave it to me, I have to take it back!"

Horace had no clue of what had happened. Who replaced the diamond necklace?

No matter who it was that did this, that person obviously came for either him or Clara, which meant that it must be Yolanda or Ashlee.

It shouldn't be Yolanda, she didn't have the guts. He could also phase out Darren. Although he hated to admit it, Darren wouldn't do this to Clara.

Horace was pissed. Who the hell made this sick joke?

At this moment, Clara saw Ashlee, who was sitting a few rows in front of them and who turned around and smiled at her complacently. She immediately knew that it was Ashlee. She must have replaced her donation to embarrass her.

Ashlee was the only person who knew that she carried the amulet everywhere with her and the only person who knew how much the amulet meant to her.

Staring at Ashlee angrily, Clara thought that she had gone too far this time.

Everyone was snickering and discussing.

"It's a piece of crap!"

"How could Mrs. Kirkland do this? If she hated doing charity, she didn't have to be here, no one forced her to. She wanted to build an image but was so petty, I am impressed."

"I heard that she works as a reporter at a magazine and she comes from an ordinary family. I think she's just a bumpkin who thought she could donate any crap as she liked."

"Why did she even come if she was going to donate some trash? How funny."

"Such an eye-opener."

Although everyone was talking in a low voice, the room was small and Clara could hear every word of theirs clearly.

However, she had nothing to refute. Clara bit her lips and frowned.

"I heard that she didn't come from a rich family. She's just lucky she married a rich guy. I wonder what Mr. Kirkland saw in her."

"I know. She's not even close to being a noble lady. Did she even know what an auction is?"

Hearing everyone's discussion, Ashlee was pleased. "Clara, you are a joke right now. Let's see what you are going to do about it! Horace Kirkland comes to your rescue every time, right? Look at him. He's embarrassed because of you. He probably didn't mind the photos of you kissing another man, but I don't think he's going to be okay with this!"

Logan turned to look at Clara and Horace with a smile. It seemed that there was someone else that didn't like those two and wanted to set them up.

Well, he'd love to see what Horace was going to do to save his newly married wife.

Clara felt so awkward that she wanted to flee. But she couldn't, she had to get the amulet back.

Although it was nothing but an amulet, it was her mother's gift for her.

Her mother raised her up alone and had gone through a lot of hardships. She only got this amulet for Clara for hoping that she could be safe and healthy, also, she wished Clara could grow up in happiness, just like any other daughters.

Clara's mother once heard that the native amulets worked really well, so she took a bus and went to a native habitation. Back then, she was still in college.

To get the amulet, she would have to climb the mountain. She had gone through a lot to get Clara the amulet.

Clara had no idea how many miles she had walked, but her mother told her that the longer the distance was and the sincere one was, the better the amulet would work. She had travelled a long distance to get Clara the amulet, Clara's life would be smooth and happy.

Everyone was brought into the world by his mother, and when his life started, he had absolutely nothing. One could never be able to truly repay his mother for raising him up. Thinking of this, Clara was even more nervous. She had to get the amulet back!

To keep the order in the venue, the host spoke.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Anything could be auctioned here today. This is an auction for charity, as long as the donor is sincere in helping the poor, the item's value would be beyond its worth! Everyone, let's start bidding!"

There had never been such a worthless thing for auction before and everyone was confused on how much to bid on it.

The host talked to the organizer before he said, "The blessing in the amulet is invaluable, everyone can feel free to make your bids!"

No one was willing to pay a high price on a crappy amulet, it would be equally as wasting their money, and they might even be called idiots, bidding on such a worthless thing. But even so, to please Horace and to win his favor, there were bidders.

Someone bade ten thousand, another bade fifteen thousand. There was even a man who bid eighteen thousand dollars.

Hearing their bids, Clara couldn't help but clench her hands nervously. What should she do if the amulet was sold to someone? She looked at Horace helplessly.

Seeing the worried look on her face, Horace held her hand and said to her in a low voice, "Don't worry. I will take it back for you."

Then, he raised his hand and made a bid, "One million!"

The crowd fell into silence.

One million?

For a crappy amulet? That was ridiculous! The amulet wasn't even worth a hundred bucks!

One million? Horace Kirkland's offer was shocking.

Everyone began to wonder if Horace had gone crazy. First, he bought his ex-girlfriend's diamond pen, and now, he was throwing big money at his wife's amulet. Was he too rich to know how to spend him money?

Clara was stunned. She had wanted to tell him that he didn't have to do this when Horace held her hand, indicating her not to worry about it.