The woman stared at Arabella Donovan's youthful, beautiful face. The thought that this person, two years younger than her own son, had so effortlessly obtained what her family had dreamed of for years made her completely unravel.
"This is impossible, absolutely impossible! The auction house has been around for more than eighteen years. You're only eighteen, how could you be the real owner! You're lying to me! You're all ganging up to lie to me!"
"Let me be blunt." Arabella Donovan gestured up and down at the hysterical woman. "What do you possibly have that's worth my time to deceive? Besides, who said I was the real owner?"
"You... didn't you just say..."
"I am indeed the current owner of the auction house. The previous owner was an elder in my family."
"You're messing with me!"
Arabella Donovan: "..."
