The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love
Chapter 322

Chapter 322

At this point, the auctioneer asked twice if anyone else wanted to raise the price.

It seemed everyone knew that Wayne was determined to get it, and although they grumbled, none of them stubbornly stood up to bid higher.

The old lady next to them was so mad that she was glaring at Wayne.

In the lounge.

Rosalynn's heart was pounding like thunder. "What's Wayne up to?" Paige was dumbfounded too. "Maybe... it's because Olivia likes it?"

No way!!!

Wayne didn't even give Olivia a glance during the whole process!

Especially when he just bid five million.

Even Olivia herself was shocked!

Paige was roaring in her heart.

"Mom, aren't you happy?" Cory looked at Rosalynn, "Ivy's painting sold for a lot of money, enough to build... many schools."

"Of course, I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be?"

Rosalynn's heart raced, fear and inexplicable emotions engulfing her.

The auction in front continued.

Wayne and Olivia stood up and left the auction scene.

Rosalynn watched their figures disappear, and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Maybe... just like Paige said, it's Olivia who liked Ivy's painting...

They left right after the bidding was done, after all."

In reality, though...

"Sirt

Seeing Wayne approaching, Ivy was overjoyed and ran towards him, leaping into his arms.

Almost instinctively, Wayne caught her and lifted her up in his arms.

"You bought my painting, sir?" said Ivy.

"You did a great job, Ivy. I really like it," Wayne said with a smile, then subconsciously looked in the direction Ivy came from.

When he arrived, he saw some little artists being accompanied by their parents.

But all he saw besides Ivy was Laura.

On such an important occasion, wouldn't her parents show up?

"Mister, you're a great guy. The manager said the money from the painting bids will be used to build many schools! Thank you! Ivy will. give you another sunflower as a reward!" Saying that, Ivy gave Wayne another little flower.

"Is this a sunflower?" asked Wayne.

"Yes, I have sunflowers on my skirt, too. My godmother said it was hand-embroidered by a very talented seamstress," Ivy showed her

skirt.

Wayne was delighted.

"Hi, Ivy, I'm Olivia Olivia smiled warmly.

But ivy.. she shrank back timidly. "Hello, Miss Olivia."

The liveliness from just before was gone.

Laura also recognized Olivia, and her face showed her discontent.

"Ivy, I misunderstood you just now. You're amazing, such a good daughter, and you paint so well. No wonder even Virgin Mary loves you," Olivia put on a gentle act but was seething inside. Ivy may be naive, but her likes and dislikes were clear, even clearer than some adults.

When she looked at Olivia, her little mind was filled with one word: hate.

Hate Hate' I really hate her!

But Ivy was a well-mannered and polite child.

"It's okay. Mommy says it's good to admit when we're wrong and change for the better," Ivy generously replied.

Olivia was speechless.

Damn kid, mocking her, wasn't she?

"Sir, since you bought my painting, let Ivy treat you to a meal, okay?" Ivy looked back at Wayne, inviting him with enthusiasm. Laura: "..."

Miss, did you forget to ask your mom first?

Olivia wanted to refuse. She had other plans scheduled. If Wayne had lunch with this damn kid, how would her plans work out?