When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1930

Chapter 1930 Bidding War
Allen fixed his gaze on Magnus but ultimately chose not to raise the bid.

Turning to his cousin Miranda, who was standing nearby, he asked, “Do you know who that is?”

Miranda frowned slightly. “That's Magnus, Cecilia's younger brother. You don't recognize him?”

The name Magnus sounded familiar, but for a moment, Allen couldn't place it. Still, he remembered meeting Cecilia and knew she was the CEO of the Jamieson Group. Offending someone from her circle might not be the wisest move.

“Let's go for something else,” Allen said decisively. “Forty million for that necklace is too steep.”

Miranda agreed it was an exorbitant price for a single piece of jewelry—but watching Allen back down left her uneasy. If they withdrew now, it would be like they were handing Chelsea over to Magnus on a silver platter.

“Allen, you can't back out now. Chelsea and her parents are watching,” Miranda urged, her tone laced with urgency.

Allen's brows knit together. “You know I was never interested in Chelsea to begin with.”

He wasn't the type to chase after someone just because of appearances or status. Though his wife was unremarkable in the eyes of society, he had no intention of divorcing her.

“This isn't about personal feelings,” Miranda pressed. “Chelsea and her family could do wonders for your career. And she's a good girl. She's educated, well-mannered, and in perfect health. I looked into it. She has regular checkups, and everything's clean.”

To Miranda, this was a strategic alliance, not a romance. She didn't care if it meant shaking up someone's marriage; what mattered was tightening the bond between the Leighton and Rainsworth families.

Still, Allen didn't budge.

Growing anxious, Miranda tugged lightly at his sleeve. “Think about your parents. What am I supposed to tell them if you pass up a chance like this?”

At the mention of his parents, Allen sighed. He reluctantly lifted his paddle. “Forty-five million.”

“Forty-five million?” Allen's voice drew a collective gasp from the crowd.

A necklace originally valued at twenty million had now skyrocketed in price—doubled, thanks to the heated bidding war between two determined men.

Charlotte leaned in toward Cecilia, her voice low and tinged with disbelief. “Boss, didn't Magnus just say he had no money? How is he still bidding like that?”