Chapter 73: You’ll Pay
For a moment, Catherine felt bad. Lawson's jowls trembled, and his eyes were wide. The dark circles under his eyes were still there, and his skin looked pasty and pale. The tuxedo hung slightly too big on him—he really was a broken man.
"I can't stop the auction now," she said.
"Well, if you refuse, I'll do it myself," he huffed.
He rushed out of the box, and Melanie and Madison raced after him.
"Is this why you asked them here?" Sean asked dryly.
"I don't know why I asked them here," she said with a sigh.
"They're going to drag you into this, you know," he said, and his mouth curved into a disapproving frown. "I don't need my wife getting into public fights at an auction."
Catherine sighed, ashamed. But she still leaned out over the balcony to watch the drama unfold below. Lawson rushed past the bidders and up onto the stage. He whispered something to the auctioneer, and the elderly man paled and stepped away from the microphone.