Chapter 170

For five years, he had meticulously carved the piece, every stroke embodying his longing. And now, at last, it lay in her hands.

"Speaking of this carving, it’s actually a creation of Mr. Carlson," Mr. Church almost revealed too much, his gaze briefly landing on Vivienne's ashen face. He decided against divulging more, feeling some ties were not so easily broken.

The audience was astonished.

'Cedric crafted the wooden carving? Its sentimental value alone makes it priceless!'

While the crowd lamented not bidding on it, Sophie casually toyed with the carving. Suddenly, it slipped from her grip and shattered on the floor.

The room fell silent.

"Oh dear, I couldn’t hold onto it. What a shame, wasting Mr. Carlson’s effort." Her feigned regret thinly veiled her true emotions. The carving’s destruction seemed insignificant to her.

Cedric’s pupils constricted, but he remained composed. He lightly commented, "That slip cost 4 million."

"So what?" Sophie retorted coldly. "It seems that e