Chapter 1223: 1225: Are You Saving Money for Me?

Morgan Group’s Mr. Morgan? Alan Morgan!

Andrew Davidson: ...!!!

Shirley Grant: ...!!!

Surprisingly, both of them were extremely shocked, unable to believe their ears.

Tears instantly rolled down Shirley Grant’s eyes.

She finally understood why she felt that way; it turned out Alan Morgan was right beside her.

In an instant, she glanced downwards and quickly locked onto a silhouette.

Actually, it wasn’t much of a silhouette; it was just a head.

But Shirley Grant was absolutely sure that was Alan Morgan.

Shirley Grant was so out of control that Andrew didn’t even notice because he was completely drawn to Alan Morgan as well.

He really hadn’t expected this: after all these years, he would bump into him just as he returned in such a setting.

It was a kind of fate.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Andrew’s face, planning to go over and greet him once the auction ended.

He figured he could give him quite a scare.

Only Andrew was unaware that Alan Morgan already knew he was back in the country, and as for who would be scaring whom, well, that was still up in the air.

This time, there weren’t many items up for auction, and soon the main attraction arrived.

A pendant, without a single bit of explanation.

However, the pendant’s color and appearance were already the best description.

"Starting bid: ten million."

"Eleven million."

"Fifteen million."

"Twenty million."

"Twenty-two million."

"Fifty million!"

The room burst into commotion, with many finding it hard to believe someone would immediately bid fifty million.

Shirley Grant had been staring at Alan Morgan in the front row, without shifting her gaze even a bit.

Andrew saw her staring forward absent-mindedly and thought she was interested in that pendant.

"If you like it, I’ll bid for it for you."

Before Shirley Grant could snap back to reality, he’d already raised his paddle.

"One hundred million."

What the heck!

Shirley Grant was shocked!

What is this person doing?

She wasn’t even looking at the pendant, and she didn’t like it at all.

But how was she supposed to explain?

Shirley Grant felt a bit hesitant; should she say she was looking at Alan Morgan, not the pendant?

Seeing Shirley Grant remain quiet, Andrew became even more convinced that she liked the pendant.

"One hundred and twenty million."

"Two hundred million."

Andrew raised his paddle with no concern for others’ reactions.

What the heck!

Shirley Grant looked at Andrew as if she’d seen a ghost; was he trying to be this provocative?

"One hundred and twenty million."

At this moment, someone else raised the bid.

Just as Andrew prepared to bid three hundred million, Shirley Grant grabbed his arm.

"I don’t like that pendant, please don’t bid."

Shirley Grant spoke in a low voice to stop him.

Seeing Shirley Grant like this, a smile instantly appeared on Andrew’s face.

It was the first time Shirley Grant had leaned so close to him without any reservations, even if it was due to the venue.

"Are you... saving me money?"

Andrew’s deep voice echoed in her ear, causing Shirley Grant to bristle like a startled cat and push Andrew away.

"Who’s saving you money?"

Shirley Grant spoke awkwardly, then returned her gaze forward.

What should I do, how to greet Alan Morgan later?

She had never imagined she would encounter him in this place.

So unexpected, so sudden.