Chapter 27: You’re Really A Sweet Talker
When he spoke, his eyes secretly glanced at Selene, who was a few steps away. It seemed that Selene did not see him as she continued staring blankly at the painting in front of her.
Clint’s smile froze for a moment, but no one noticed.
“How have your parents been recently? I haven’t seen them for a long time. Maybe we could meet up sometime.” Mrs. Carter said.
Clint laughed. “They’ve not been bad. My father has handed most of his work over to professional managers. He’s been spending a lot of time enjoying life. He and my mother have been traveling around the world recently.” He replied.
Mrs. Carter revealed an enviable appearance.” Your parents are still very much in love, just like they were all those years ago. I’m envious!
Clint nodded and smiled. “Yes! Their relationship has always been good.”
Mrs. Carter seemed to remember something. “By the way, I have a painting which was painted many years ago when I went to your parents’ hometown!” She turned her head while speaking but did not find the person she was looking for. “Just now, there was a Miss Selene who said that she was also from Cloudy Town, and she wanted to buy that piece!”
“Really?” Clint followed her and looked at the painting on the wall, then laughed. “It’s really remarkable. My mother will absolutely like it.”
Jennifer smiled. “Yes, it’s really remarkable.” She said,
“You’re really sweet talkers.”
Clint looked around, trying to find Selene, but to no avail.
Meanwhile, Selene was busy admiring the bathroom.
The toilet of the gallery was comparable to that in a five-star hotel. There were no odors other than the scent of aromatic agents, which provided Selene with a pleasant place to be alone for a while.
She did not deliberately avoid Jennifer or Clint. But the presence of those two went a long way to prevent her from enjoying the art.
The exhibition did not last long since the main event was the auction.
Selene circumnavigated the gallery after she came out from the toilet, and then she went to the auction hall with others.
The gallery’s auction hall was not too big. She found a corner and sat down. She casually looked up and saw Clint and Jennifer sitting in the front row.
Meanwhile, there was a young man sitting next to Clint. The man Selene knew was the assistant who used to go to her store to help Clint fetch clothes. She remembered his name as Bedeck.
Although the venue was not a professional auction house, the auction itself was official, and a professional auctioneer was hosting it.
Selene eagerly waited for the painting of her hometown.
The auction was lively, and many people participated. When the time arrived for Selene’s hometown painting to be auctioned, however, not many people seemed interested in it.
The bid started at $50, 000. One man bid $5, 000, after which there were no more bids.
“$55, 000 once, $55, 000 twice!” The auctioneer shouted from the stage.
Seeing that there were no more bids, the man was about to end the bidding. But, before the hammer could connect with the wood, Selene quickly raised her placard. “$57, 000.”
However, right after she bid, someone else raised the price.
“$60, 000!”
It was not the same person who had bid before, but the only man that Selene knew in this auction hall was Clint Denovan.
Selene frowned, then raised her placard again. “$62, 000.”
Clint immediately raised the price by $5, 000.
This bidding war continued, each raising the price by another $5, 000.
Gradually, the price of the small painting rose from $50, 000 to $150, 000.
When Selene bid $155, 000, Clint suddenly stopped bidding.
Right then, Selene realized competing with Clint was really stupid, as he had a vast amount of wealth compared to her.
“Damn it!” She quietly groaned to herself. She could not help poking big holes in the back of Clint’s head with her gaze.
It was not that she could not afford the money, but this painting did not warrant such a high price.
When the auction ended, people came out of the auction hall one by one. Selene could not help speeding up to catch up and pat Clint on the shoulder.
Clint turned his head and looked at her coldly.
“What’s up?”
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Clint raised his eyebrows. “Do you mean the painting of the bridge on the river? I really like it, but I didn’t think it was worth the price, so I gave up bidding.”
Jennifer, who stayed by Clint, laughed. “Selene, if you can’t afford it, there’s no point in bidding at such a high price.” She said,
Selene did not look at her, and she snorted at Clint. “It doesn’t matter. It’s expensive, but it’s for charity, so it’s no big deal.”
Deck, who stood by Clint, looked at the two people in a puzzled manner, then finally asked. “Mr. Denovan, are you quarreling with Mrs. Denovan again?”
Hearing that, Jennifer’s expression changed to shock, as if hit by thunder. Selene herself was also very surprised that Deck knew about her relationship with Clint or, more precisely, about the relationship they once had.
She thought the secret that they were married was known by no one except themselves and the staff at the Civil Affairs Bureau.
However, despite Deck knowing about their marriage, he does not know that he is the only one who knows about it. This was most likely because, when the boss told him that he was married, he said it so casually that he had no inkling that it was supposed to be a secret.
Clint’s eyes suddenly lit up with realization as a flashback briefly hit him.
It was a few months before when they were on a business trip. Clint was wearing a red suit. Deck had asked casually if the dress he was wearing was from the clothes shop that he frequented.
“Yes.” Clint had replied.
Deck had smiled. “The lady who makes the clothes is a beauty. I spoke to her last time I ordered clothes for you. She seemed a bit cold, but there was something endearing about her.”