NovelUSAChapter 518 And now, it was tfor the final item of the night.
Earlier, the NecroBlitz Tablets had wowed the crowd, and every auction lot since had seemed lackluster by comparison. No one expected much from this last piece; anticipation was low as the auctioneer calmly lifted the red velvet cloth.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe took a look, blinked in surprise, and his voice faltered. "How is this possible? The final item is a duplicate." He glanced at the audience, then announced, "The last auction lot is from Ms. Citrine Carmichael..." He paused, then added, "It's the NecroBlitz Tablets-identical to Ms. Glenwood's earlier lot." With that, the room fell into a confused hush. Even Sebastian, up on the second- floor balcony, turned his attention to Citrine.
Murmurs rippled through the crowd.
"President Carmichael, why is your auction item the NecroBlitz Tablets again?" "Didn't Ms. Glenwood say there's only one of these in existence? How do you have another?" "Is yours a fake, President Carmichael?" "Your item is exactly the sas Ms. Glenwood's. Don't you think you owe us an explanation?" Kali hadn't seen this coming. She stared at the stage, a flicker of worry crossing her face. Just then, Jeanette leaned in and whispered something in her ear. As soon as she heard it, Kali's concern vanished, replaced by a sly, scheming grin. The guests' chatter swelled to a raucous din. Citrine pressed her lips together, brow furrowing as she prepared to speak-only for Kali to leap to her feet.
She pointed straight at Citrine, her tone sharp and accusing. "Citrine Carmichael, I'm the one who developed the NecroBlitz Tablets-there's only one in the world! Where did you get yours?" She didn't let Citrine get a word in. Her voice cut through the room, cold and righteous. "You've got no shame. You knew tonight was a charitygala, and you still brought a fake to auction? How black is your heart?" Kali folded her arms, smug and triumphant, her gaze dripping with mockery-as if she'd just scored a flawless victory.
Idiot. She couldn't have been more wrong.
Now it was Citrine's turn to strike back.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA ghost of a smile played on Citrine's lips as, in front of the entire room, she landed a slap square across Kali's face.
Kali's head jerked to the side, but before she could recover, Citrine struck again. And again. Five crisp slaps in quick succession before Citrine finally drew back her hand.
Afterward, she shook out her wrist, frowning at Kali and sighing, her tone dripping with feigned sweetness, "Your skin's so thick, my hand actually hurts."
She'd barely finished before Monica and Wade-brother and sister-jumped up from their seats and hurried to Citrine's side, gingerly taking her hand in theirs.
Monica's voice trembled with concern as she examined Citrine's reddened fingers. "No wonder it hurts-look how red your hand is." She shot Kali a withering glare, then spat, "Her face must be made of brick." Monica cradled Citrine's hand, blowing gently to soothe the sting. "Don't worry, Citrine. I'll make it better. Just let me." Meanwhile, Wade fussed over
Citrine's hand with a scowl, dabbing at it while grumbling, "That's what you get for being so thick-skinned. If anything happens to Citrine' hand, you'll answer to me." Citrine hesitated for a moment. She'd only meant to put on a show, but the siblings were taking it seriously. Awkwardly, she said, "Really... there's no need to fuss so much." She tried to pull her hand free, but after a few failed tugs, she realized it was pointless and gave up.
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