Melford and Noah both turned to look at Chelsea. As they gazed upon her serene countenance, their hearts tensed involuntarily.

Is she angry?

Chelsea was indeed somewhat irritated, but she had long mastered the art of concealment, rarely showing her emotions. Few people could genuinely provoke her these days. Getting angry over the childish antics of a few immature men seemed unnecessary.

The auction atmosphere had peaked with the sale of the Colombian emerald necklace, so when the enamel bowl appeared, many lost interest.

Of course, that was only true for the uninitiated.

Those in the know, like Chelsea, had been waiting for this moment. But the more precious the...