Chapter 7

“Are you too afraid to face the ugly truth, or is it your own foolishness from the last life that you're unwilling to acknowledge?”

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After that day, I never saw Benedict again.

The rumors surrounding Yancy were also quickly suppressed.

Soon enough, the day of the North Suburb land auction arrived quietly.

When I saw Benedict, he looked completely different from a few days ago. Though he wore a cheap suit, his hair was neatly slicked back. His expression was weary, but his eyes burned with determination. It was clear that he saw this auction as his last chance.

Yancy followed behind him, her face cold and indifferent.

Benedict spotted me too, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes still brimmed with disdain.

I lowered my gaze and gave a faint, indifferent smile in return.

As the bidding officially began, Benedict’s grin grew wider with each bid he heard, clearly pleased with the rising prices.

Then my name was called.

Benedict immediately straightened in his