Chapter 22 

Martin, pale-faced from the car accident, nonchalantly took a sip of water, showing no signs of 

urgency. 

When the auctioneer called for the third time, slowly and leisurely, he raised the sign, “1,670,000 

dollars.” 

Martin was always proud and arrogant, in his eyes, money was just a string of numbers. 

He put down the cards and lightly said, “Mr. Peterson, this was your limit.” 

Reed sneered lightly and was about to retort, but felt a tug at his sleeve. 

He didn’t turn around, knowing it was Evelyn. Every time he got carried away, Evelyn would be there to hold him back, and they had already formed an understanding. 

Patting Evelyn’s hand reassuringly, he casually put down the cards and applauded, saying, “Mr. Wilson is truly a man of great accomplishments. I admire him.” 

At that moment, the auction hammer struck down, and the enthusiastic voice of the auctioneer rang out, “Congratulations to Mr. Wilson from the Wilson Group for winning Nell’s artwork, My 

World. Thank you for your contribution to the charity…” 

As the auctioneer finished speaking, warm applause followed. 

Martin, however, remained emotionless until he witnessed the intimate actions between Evelyn and Reed, at which point his eyes suddenly turned cold. 

His expression remained unchanged, but he clenched the cup in his hand. 

In the end, Reed bought a collectible that Evelyn liked. 

The auction ended, and the crowd gradually dispersed. 

Reed took the signed documents of the collection and handed them over to Evelyn on the spot. 

Evelyn hesitated for a moment, instinctively refusing, “No, this…” 

“It’s okay, just consider it as you helping me keep it safe,” Reed thought of a good reason 

considerately. 

He knew that Evelyn would not accept, but still hoped that the two of them could have more connections, after all, certain people were still lurking nearby. 

Evelyn heard and, if she refused again, it wouldn’t look good, so she silently took the collection and prepared to leave. 

Just as the two of them were leaving, Martin’s cold voice came through. 

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He shook his head immediately. How could it be possible? Don’t be so sentimental. 

My mind was in a whirl, like a tangled ball of thread, unable to make sense of it all. 

He forgot to withdraw his hand directly. 

Martin’s face looked very unpleasant as he forced out a sentence from his throat, “What is your relationship?” 

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