When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1929

Chapter 1929 Asking For Money
Deep down, he knew that without Cecilia's support, he was nothing. With his current reputation and lack of resources, he couldn't afford to burn this bridge.

Reluctantly, he sat back down beside her, his gaze drifting toward the frenzied bidding happening onstage. The more he watched, the more agitated he became, as if every rising number was a slap to his face.

Eventually, unable to sit still any longer, Magnus slipped away to the back of the venue. There, he pulled out his phone and dialed his grandmother.

When Heather heard his request for more money, she was puzzled. “Sweetheart, didn't you just take several million not long ago? Why do you need more so soon?”

“Grandma, I really need your help. Please,” Magnus pleaded, desperation seeping into his voice. “I need this money urgently. If I can get it, I'll be able to marry Chelsea. And once I'm married to her, we'll never have to worry about money again.”

Heather had always had a soft spot for her grandson. Though slightly hesitant, she didn't want to disappoint him. “All right, give me a moment. I'll speak to your uncle and see what I can do.”

“Okay,” Magnus agreed immediately.

True to her word, Heather acted quickly. Not long after, forty million was transferred to Magnus' account.

By then, the bidding for the necklace had already reached thirty million.

Though the crowd was full of wealthy elites, even they knew that this price far exceeded the necklace's actual value. Any further bidding would cross the line from ambition into foolishness.

The one who had called out the thirty million bid was none other than Allen—the eldest son of Miranda's uncle's family.

Allen was undeniably a rising star in their circle. His business was thriving, and money was never an issue. Competing with him publicly would mean risking offense, something most of the guests weren't willing to do.

It was clear to everyone that Allen had set his sights on winning.

The host looked around the room. “Thirty million—any higher bids?”

“Thirty million, going once...”

“Going twice...”

“Thirty million, th—”

“Forty million!” A voice suddenly rang out, cutting off the host. All heads turned as Magnus raised his bidding paddle.

All eyes turned toward Magnus, including Chelsea's parents.