Vengeful Hearts Return Novel by Susan Clyde

Audrey let go of William’s wrist and headed toward the Silvandel Auction House with Brian.

Behind her, Sarah, unwilling to relent, bit her lip and remarked pointedly, “Audrey, do you really think you can just stroll into the Silvandel Auction House? You need an invitation to gain entry.”

Sarah harbored a deep–seated hatred toward Audrey and naturally sought to humiliate her. Since Audrey had slapped her, Sarah yearned to witness Audrey become the laughingstock of everyone present and be summarily ejected from Silvandel Auction House.

Sarah pondered, “The Silvandel Auction House strictly issues invitations to Northville’s. elite and prestigious fa elite and prestigious families. Even affluent but ordinary families wouldn’t make the cut. It’s inconceivable that someone like Audrey, disgraced and once a convict, could possess an invitation.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Audrey glanced at Sarah with a smile. “Who said I don’t have an invitation?” With that, she produced a black invitation adorned with platinum edges, holding Sarah’s gaze with calm assurance.

Sarah had initially believed Audrey truly possessed an invitation, but upon seeing the black card, she sneered. Onlookers who had stayed to watch the drama began to laugh mockingly. Their gazes towards Audrey were filled with disdain and mockery.

“Audrey, if you’re going to forge an invitation, at least do your homework. Don’t you know the invitations for Silvandel Auction House are always white?” Sarah remarked, almost bursting into laughter at Audrey’s stupidity.

‘Audrey is truly naive, thinking she can stroll into Silvandel Auction House with a fake invitation. In less than half an hour, she’ll become the latest joke among Northville’s elite, Sarah thought.

Audrey remained oblivious to the mockery around her and regarded Sarah with disdain. “Sarah, dare to make a bet with me?” she asked, her eyes glinting with calculation.

Brian, noticing the smirk on his mother’s face, knew she was about to stir up trouble.

“What’s the bet?” Sarah asked.

“I bet this invitation is authentic, and I can gain entry into Silvandel Auction House with it, Audrey said, Sarah inwardly sincered, thinking, Audrey is digging her own grave. The invitations. have always been white. There’s no way she’ll get in with a black one.

“Alright. And what if you lose?” Sarah asked, brimming with confidence.

“If I lose, I’ll kneel and apologize to you. But if you lose, you have to kneel and bow to me three times,” Audrey replied.

“Agreed!” Sarah said eagerly. To ensure Audrey couldn’t back out, she turned to the guests and declared, “We’ll need witnesses for this bet.”

The guests readily agreed. “Miss Sarah, don’t worry. I’ll be a witness,” one of them assured her.

“We will, too,” chimed in another. Sarah thanked them, casting a triumphant glance at Audrey.

Audrey disregarded Sarah’s smugness and handed her black invitation to the staff at the Silvandel Auction House. The staff member glanced at it and sneered. “I’m sorry, but this invitation is counterfeit. You can’t enter.

Upon hearing this, Sarah smiled triumphantly. “Audrey, you’ve lost.”

“Not necessarily,” Audrey said, casting a cold smile at Sarah. She then pulled out her phone and sent a message.

“Audrey, a loss is a loss. You’re not thinking of calling for backup, are you?” Sarah taunted.

“You’ll find out soon enough whether it’s real or not,” Audrey replied calmly, showing no sign of panic.

A moment later, a hurried figure emerged from the Silvandel Auction House and made a beeline for Audrey. The staff member who had inspected Audrey’s invitation turned pale.

“Why are you still out here? Why haven’t you gone inside?” Jason asked, hurrying over after receiving Audrey’s message.

“Mr. Davis, they won’t let us in. This gentleman here insists our invitation is fake,” Brian explained, gesturing towards the staff member.

The staff member, already pale, felt his knees go weak upon hearing Brian’s words. I’m doomed. This woman knows Mr. Davis, and that invitation might actually be genuine,’ he thought.

Jason narrowed his eyes at the staff member and said coldly, “You’re fired.” The staff member collapsed to the ground in fear. The other onlookers, puzzled by the situation, glanced curiously at Jason.

Although Jason was the person in charge of Silvandel Auction House, he rarely appeared in public, Naturally, not many people recognized him. Watching him dismiss the staff member with just one sentence left everyone speculating about his true identity.

“Let’s go inside,” Jason said to Audrey, his tone respectful.

“Wait a minute. Sir, my sister’s invitation is fake. Are you sure she can enter? Even if you work for Silvandel Auction House, you don’t have the authority to let someone in with a fake invitation,” Sarah said, her voice full of dissatisfaction.

Jason chuckled at Sarah as if she had said the funniest thing. “Ms. Hernandez, you have no idea what you’re talking about. Just because you’ve never seen a black invitation doesn’t mean they don’t exist. It simply means you’re not important enough to receive one. Only those of the highest status get black invitations. Besides Audrey, Dylan also has one.”

He didn’t mention that Audrey’s invitation was even more special, adorned with. platinum edges. Moreover, Audrey wasn’t merely a guest; she was the rightful owner of Silvandel Auction House.

“Impossible!” Sarah’s face drained of color. ‘How could Audrey possess such a prestigious invitation?‘ she wondered, refusing to believe it.

The other guests were equally shocked. The idea of Audrey, who had been imprisoned. and disowned by her family, possessing such a prestigious invitation was beyond their. comprehension.