When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1929 Asking For Money

Deep down, he knew that without Cecilia's support, he was nothing. With his current reputation and lack of resources, he couldn't afford to burn this bridge.

Reluctantly, he sat back down beside her, his gaze drifting toward the frenzied bidding happening onstage. The more he watched, the more agitated he became, as if every rising number was a slap to his face.

Eventually, unable to sit still any longer, Magnus slipped away to the back of the venue. There, he pulled out his phone and dialed his grandmother.

When Heather heard his request for more money, she was puzzled. "Sweetheart, didn't you just take several million not long ago? Why do you need more so soon?"

"Grandma, I really need your help. Please," Magnus pleaded, desperation seeping into his voice. "I need this money urgently. If I can get it, I'll be able to marry Chelsea. And once I'm married to her, we'll never have to worry about money again."

Heather had always had a soft spot for her grandson. Though slightly hesitant, she didn't want to disappoint him. "All right, give me a moment. I'll speak to your uncle and see what I can do."

"Okay," Magnus agreed immediately.

True to her word, Heather acted quickly. Not long after, forty million was transferred to Magnus' account.

By then, the bidding for the necklace had already reached thirty million.

Though the crowd was full of wealthy elites, even they knew that this price far exceeded the necklace's actual value. Any further bidding would cross the line from ambition into foolishness.

The one who had called out the thirty million bid was none other than Allen-the eldest son of Miranda's uncle's family.

Allen was undeniably a rising star in their circle. His business was thriving, and money was never an issue. Competing with him publicly would mean risking offense, something most of the guests weren't willing to do.

It was clear to everyone that Allen had set his sights on winning.

The host looked around the room. "Thirty million-any higher bids?"

"Thirty million, going once..."

"Going twice..."

"Thirty million, th—"

"Forty million!" A voice suddenly rang out, cutting off the host. All heads turned as Magnus raised his bidding paddle.

All eyes turned toward Magnus, including Chelsea's parents.

While he might not have had much in the way of accomplishment,. Magnus certainly had his looks With Paula, he was like a television star.

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"Who is that?" Phoebe asked her assistant, narrowing her eyes slightly.

The assistant quickly checked and replied, "His name is Magnus, the only heir of the Smith family."

The Smith family?

Phoebe's brows lifted slightly at the name as she thought of Cecilia. "What is his relationship with Cecilia?"

The assistant replied, "Cecilia is the adopted daughter of the Smiths. He's her younger brother."

"Oh, I see," Phoebe said, her tone mild.

Having spent many years abroad handling business with her husband and daughter, she had limited familiarity with Tudela's current social circles.

“He looks presentable enough,” she remarked, casually forming a judgment. Cecilia's younger brother ought to be decent by association.

Her assistant hesitated, a brief flicker of discomfort crossing her face. This wasn't the right moment to bring up Magnus' reputation.

Once, the Smith family had stood among Tudela's elite. Now, that prestige had been nearly erased-squandered by Magnus' recklessness.

In truth, Magnus had little to offer beyond a handsome face and a capable sister.

Unaware of the full story, Phoebe

gently pulled Chelsea closer and

nodded toward Magnus. "Chelsea,

what do you think of him? That's Cecilia's younger brother. I think he seems quite promising."

Chelsea followed her mother's gaze. Magnus did have a striking appearance.

And once she heard he was related to Cecilia, her interest sharpened. Magnus boldly raised the bid to forty million-ten million more than the previous offer. The move wasn't just generous; it was calculated to make a statement.

"Aside from the Rainsworths, many others had also turned their attention to Magnus. For a moment, he truly became the enter of the room.

Of course, none of them knew that he only had forty million at his disposal."

Magnus might not have been a savvy businessman, but when it came to making a show, he had his own kind of cunning.

that if he wanted to

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catch Chelsea's eye, he couldn't follow the crowd by merely increasing the bid in small increments. A five-million raise wouldn't stand out. But jumping straight to forty million-ten million more than the last offer was bold, even aggressive. It might just be enough to scare off the Leightons and give him the upper hand. noveldrama