No Wife, No Life Chapter 116

As night fell, the Pinnacle Auction kicked off right on time.

In the heart of Majestic City, the Pinnacle Century Hotel was aglow with neon lights. The grand hall, adorned with glittering decor, was dominated by a massive crystal chandelier.

A luxurious crimson carpet, rich in texture and vibrant in hue, unfurled gracefully from the heart of the hall to the entrance, weaving an elegant pathway for the distinguished guests.

Luxury cars came and went, dazzling the onlookers.

Guests began to arrive, most of them drawn by Alvina's manuscripts.

Alvina had been a renowned scientist a decade ago, known for her groundbreaking work on autonomous driving code systems.

However, after Alvina's unexpected death, her research manuscripts had vanished.

Over the years, new code systems had been developed worldwide, but Alvina's manuscripts still held immense value in the industry.

Now, the guests gathered in small groups, mostly discussing the manuscripts.

They exchanged polite smiles and greetings, probing each other's intentions, fully aware that they were rivals in the upcoming auction.

The auction area was prominently set up at the front of the hall.

The auctioneer, dressed in a sharp suit, stood on the stage with a confident and keen look, holding a polished wooden gavel.

The auction was about to begin.

Guests took their seats, eagerly awaiting the items to be brought to the stage.

Among the guests, Harper stood out. She wore a stunning red gown, her hair elegantly styled, making her look like a dazzling gem at the auction.

Those who recognized her knew she was Alvina's daughter and whispered among themselves.

In the crowd, Harper spotted Alex and Emily.

So Alex had reinstated Emily after all. The thought made Harper feel sick.

Emily wore a fake smile, looking smugly in Harper's direction.

Harper glanced at her briefly, her expression calm.

She made her way to a seat in the second row, followed closely by Caden's assistant, Vance Watson.

Vance had been assigned to her by Caden, ensuring she had someone to handle any tasks that arose.

From her seat, Harper had a clear view of Jeremy's back, allowing her to observe his every move.

She wanted to see Jeremy spend a fortune on useless documents.

The auction officially began. The auctioneer enthusiastically described each item, from jewelry to famous paintings and even antiques, each piece exquisite.

Indeed, the items at the Pinnacle Auction were exceptionally rare.

The atmosphere reached a fever pitch.

As the guests grew more excited, the auctioneer presented the final item: Alvina Taylor's manuscripts.

The room buzzed with anticipation.

Nearly everyone present was there for these manuscripts.

All eyes were on the auctioneer holding the notebook, a small leather-bound book with faint traces of dried blood on the cover.

The bidding for the manuscripts quickly escalated, with guests continuously raising their offers.

Harper sat quietly, listening to Jeremy's assistant repeatedly raise the bid.

The price skyrocketed from the starting bid of one million dollars to a staggering one hundred million dollars.

But the bidding wasn't over.

Jacob, the CEO of HoloSphere Technologies, relentlessly raised the bid, pushing it to two hundred million dollars.

The high sum of money caused everyone to back off.

Harper's lips curled into a faint smile. This was all orchestrated by her.

She knew Jeremy wouldn't give up on the manuscripts, so she instructed Jacob to bid until the price peaked.

Sure enough, Jeremy's representative raised the paddle again, bidding two hundred and thirty million dollars.

The auctioneer's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Two hundred and thirty million dollars! Any higher bids?"

Of course, there were no more bids.

Two hundred and thirty million dollars was Jeremy's final offer.

Seeing this, Harper smiled slightly.

The auction concluded.

Harper stood up, ready to leave.

Just then, her phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID. It was Peyton.

Her heart skipped a beat as she thought of Bruce. Had Peyton found out something about Bruce's disappearance?

She quickly moved to a corner and answered the call. "Peyton, do you have news?"

"Harper, I have something to tell you." Peyton's tone was unusually serious.

Harper's heart raced, sensing something significant. "Go ahead."

"It's Dennis. Dennis Taylor."

Harper's heart pounded.

She knew Dennis, her brother.

Her mother had asked her to take care of Dennis before she passed away. But years ago, she had to send Dennis away because she couldn't deal with Brad.

She had tried to find Dennis over the years, but Brad claimed he had sent Dennis abroad.

Busy with work, she had put the search on hold.

Hearing Dennis's name now made her anxious. "What about Dennis?"

"Bruce is Dennis." Peyton's voice was heavy.

Harper felt dizzy, nearly collapsing. Vance quickly supported her.

No wonder she felt a connection when she saw Bruce's eyes. He was her brother, Dennis.

Bruce had been living in the same city with her all along, and she had even met him.

"Where is he? I need to see him." Harper's voice was shaky.

"I'll send you the location."

Peyton hung up. Then Harper's phone soon received a coordinate.

Harper's eyes lit up with excitement.

She had finally found Dennis.

The address was in a remote area, about twenty miles away.

She didn't know why Dennis was hiding there. He should be preparing for the SATs.

Without wasting time, Harper steadied herself and hurried out.

Vance followed without question.

Meanwhile, Colin received a text from Brad.

It contained an address and a brief message: [Catch Dennis. Don't leave any trace. Put him on the next ship to the border.]

Dennis could no longer stay in Majestic City.

Brad planned to send him abroad as an illegal immigrant, forcing him into a life of servitude.

Harper would never find Dennis again.

They could use Dennis to threaten Harper whenever needed. It was a perfect plan.