Ninety Seven

Asher’s POV

“You can’t bid on your tonight, you know that?” Brent said beside me in the auction and I furrowed my brows, wondering he said that.

“And why’s that?” I asked.

“Didn’t you say you were suspecting Ellen was planning something?” he asked me right back.

That was right, I had said that, because after last night's episode with May in the kitchen, I knew that wasn't just a coincidence, and it was only something my mother could have arranged, so yeah, I guessed she was planning something.

“Still, that won’t stop me from bidding on my wife.” I said.

“You really should bid on someone else. No one would fault you for that. We all know it’s just going to be dinner between her and her winner.” He said.

I rolled my eyes at his stupid pep talk. “That’s not happening,” I told him as I saw a man come on stage with a mike in hand. “The bidders can now used their bid paddle with the unique bidder number on it.” He said and I looked at the one Brent had handed to me when I arrived the hall e