“Apologies, ladies and gentlemen. We’ve just received word that this vehicle has already been privately purchased by an anonymous buyer for a price that left even us speechless.As such, it will no longer be available for today’s bidding. However, the generous donor has offered a Ferrari SF90 Stradale in its place, so that will be our new item up for auction.”
“Shit,” Sienna hissed under her breath, turning to Theo. “That car was important. My dad’s counting on it for the launch.”
“Someone bought it before the auction?” Theo said, confused. “What kind of insane offer could’ve made them pull it from the lineup at the very last moment?”
“It must’ve been a shitload of money,” Sienna whispered, eyes narrowing. “There’s no way they’d cancel an auction bid unless the deal was astronomical.”
She met Theo’s eyes. “I want to know who bought it.”
Theo was already pulling out his phone. “I’ll ask around. I’ve got a few friends who might know. But honestly, if it’s already out of the auction, the price they paid is probably way beyond anything we could offer.”
“You’re right,” Sienna sighed, huffing a little, her shoulders slumping as her face turned sullen. “But let’s try. Give it a shot.”
The announcer moved on to the next car. Quietly, Sienna slipped out of the hall and stepped into the corridor, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. She quickly texted ‘Jane’:
‘Hey, can you come out for a second?’
A minute later, Jane responded: ‘Sure.’
Sienna waited patiently, her fingers fiddling with the edge of her clutch until a stunning woman with glossy black hair stepped out into the corridor. She wore a black dress that hugged her figure and stopped at her thighs. Her hair was pulled into a sleek bun, with soft fringes falling over her forehead.
“Jane! Over here!” Sienna called out, her face lighting up.
Jane grinned and rushed into her arms, embracing her tightly. Jane ran a high-stakes cargo and shipping business and was known for her no-nonsense attitude, but right now, she looked just like a girl excited to see her friend. It had been a while since they’d last met.
“Did you come alone today?” Sienna asked with a smile. “I was looking for you but didn’t spot you until I saw you in the audience.”
“I came a bit late,” Jane muttered, her hand flying up to her neck instinctively.
Sienna’s gaze followed—and paused. A red mark peeked out from beneath Jane’s choker, one that looked suspiciously similar to the one she herself had. Sienna had to force her smile into hiding, but Jane caught the flicker and immediately hissed, “Stop it!”
Sienna burst out laughing. “Let me guess—Raiden didn’t let you leave again?”
Jane groaned. “He never does! Every time I get dressed for a party, he rips something. I’ve learned my lesson. From now on, I won’t even put on the main dress until I’m about to step out of the house.”
She dramatically sobbed into Sienna’s shoulder. “The makeup, too. I had to doeverythingall over again. That’s why I was late.”
Sienna laughed harder as Jane buried her head in her shoulder, sobbing like it was a tragedy.
Sienna laughed harder at the ridiculousness of her expression. When Jane finally lifted her face, Sienna glanced around and asked, “Where is he, by the way? Raiden?”
Jane stepped back slightly, glancing through the hall doors. “There. Sitting inside. I told him I’d be back in five, so we gotta hurry. What’s up?”
As Jane peeked in, Raiden turned his head—a dark, chiseled man in a sharply tailored suit—and shot her a glance. He raised his hand in a subtle gesture, silently beckoning her back. Jane grinned and lifted two fingers to say she'd be a minute.
“Alright, let’s meet up properly in a few days,” Sienna said. “We haven’t caught up since last month. Drinks?”
“Deal.” Jane smiled.
Sienna's smile faded slightly, replaced with concern. “I actually wanted to ask you something. It’s about the car that was just pulled off the display. The Aston Martin.”
“You wanted to buy it?” Jane asked, brows rising.
“Yes! It was really important to me. I literally arranged this whole gala to get that car. And then I saw it got taken before the auction even started. Since they didn’t announce the buyer’s name, I figured it won’t be easy to find out.”
“Yeah. If it was some showoff, we’d already know. Usually, the ones who buy cars love to brag even if it's just a BMW,” Jane muttered with a roll of her eyes.
“Exactly. So I need to find out who bought it. Do you think you can help?”