The Trap of the Rich: The First Lady Never Comes Home

Chapter 67

"Now it's 25. It seems that the first part of today's auction will be staged in advance..."

The auctioneer held the gavel and walked back to the auction stage, "One time for 25, no one wants to add?"

Joan turned to look at Ito, she suddenly lowered her head and stopped shouting prices.

What's going on here?
Needless to say, a 25 luxury bag, even 2500 million should not be worth mentioning to the Ito family, why did she stop?

Ito's two hands were crossed and held together, and the fingertips just pinched on the back of the hand.

Joan could see that she pinched a little hard, as if she was holding back.

"Twice for 25—" Seeing that Ito no longer raised the price, the auctioneer shouted again unwillingly.

"50."

A crisp sound accompanied by an astonishing number blew up the entire auction house.

Ito raised his head and saw that the small card in Joan's hand was gently lifted by him, neither high nor short.

Just like the 50 he shouted, neither arrogant nor humble.

He shouted 50?Was he trying to save her?

Ito looked at him for a long time, but did not see Joan respond to her.

Ito looked at the bag on the stage, such a dazzling bag, every girl can use it, how could it be for her?

Maybe it was taken for the girl named Du Liangchen.

Had he been sitting around waiting to make a fool of himself?

After thinking about it, Ito lowered her head, she could not and did not dare to bid with Joan.

"50 three times!" The mallet snapped the final word, "This LOYER designer bag belongs to this gentleman."

The sky-high price of 50 is no longer possible for anyone to follow the price, and the woman in the back shut up wisely.

Even the auctioneer didn't expect that a bag could fetch this price. Just now 10 has already reached the market value of this bag.

"No need, I took this bag for the lady beside me..."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the auction house gathered on Ito again.

Ito raised his head and looked around, there were no other girls except her.

and so……

This time it was really for her.

It was really Joan who was helping her out.

She really didn't think too much about it, this man who had been deeply rooted in her heart was finally willing to stand up for him again?
Although, she didn't know why Joan was willing to rescue her.

But she began to be thankful that she didn't raise the price of that woman just now.

Otherwise, she would not have this much-anticipated opportunity.

"Qiao Anjun, thank you." Ito sat on the chair and gave him a deep bow to express his gratitude.

She lowered her head, her bright eyes shining like stars, even though no one could see her joy.

Qiao An ignored her, and sat on the chair contentedly, as if she wasn't the one who exploded the thunder just now.

Later, at the auction, some porcelains, famous ancient paintings and other things with collection value came out one after another. Qiao An didn't even raise his head.

"Gentlemen and ladies, the last item in Christie's auction today is the 'Desert Spring' from France that you have long wanted to see with your own eyes."

Following the auctioneer's words, Joan's face finally lifted slowly.

This is what he really wants today...

The design of this 'Desert Spring' and that 'Deep Sea Star' are insurmountable double walls in the fashion industry, not because of the purity of that pearl.

But the shape of the teardrop also looks like a drop of spring water, which is naturally formed.

Without any carving and polishing, this kind of pearl is rare in the design world.

The circle fixed on the pearl is not very big, so the design of the entire necklace is simple and compact.

But no matter where it is placed, it can attract everyone's attention like a spring in the desert.

(End of this chapter)