She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 330: Not Convinced, Continue

Chapter 330: Chapter 330: Not Convinced, Continue

Two voices sounded in unison, Waylon Lewis and Alitzel Williams raised their bids at the same time.

As the voices died down, all eyes turned towards them in unison.

What’s going on?

However, Waylon’s gaze remained indifferent, sitting there serenely and calmly exchanging a glance with Alitzel.

This time around, the mother and son displayed an extraordinary tacit understanding.

Alitzel smiled lightly, her gaze casually swept over a stiff-faced Vivia Fuller.

That look clearly said, "Go on, keep it up."

Vivia clenched her teeth in fury.

"Wow..."

The crowd also came to a realization amidst the doubling increment in bids; Waylon and Alitzel’s protective intent for Hope Williams couldn’t have been more obvious. It also bluntly told Vivia that the Lewis Family stood behind Hope.

If the Fuller Family did not agree, they could very well play along—if they had the money.

Hope sat in the middle, turning her head to look at her husband and then at her mother-in-law, barely concealing the amusement in her eyes.

Holding her bidding paddle tightly, Vivia was shaken; Mia Fuller was terrified and hastily held Vivia’s hand, "Are you crazy? Do you want to go against Brother Waylon and Aunt Lewis?"

This would no longer be just about a single auction if it continued.

It wasn’t until she heard these words that Vivia calmed down a little, her chest heaving violently. She took a few deep breaths and reluctantly released the paddle.

Alitzel looked over at Hope with a smile, signaling her to continue.

The meaning behind Hope’s bidding was different from theirs; it was a gift from Hope as a mother to her unborn child.

Waylon and Alitzel simply indulged her, not competing with her for the bid.

Understanding the unspoken message, Hope smiled and watched the auctioneer raise the bid slowly, "Three million and one dollar."

"..."

"..."

Even the auctioneer was taken aback momentarily by the Lewis family’s tactic.

A veteran of such affairs, the auctioneer had seen everything and quickly recovered, wielding the gavel swiftly.

"Three million and one dollar for the first time."

"Three million and one dollar for the second time."

"Three million and one dollar for the third time..."

"Bang." The gavel sounded, "Sold, congratulations to Young Madam Lewis."

Vivia tightly shut her eyes.

She watched powerlessly as the longevity lock was beautifully packaged and delivered into Hope’s hands.

Filled with anger and frustration yet helpless to do anything about it.

The longevity lock in hand was even more exquisite than it appeared on the big screen.

Holding the longevity lock, Hope’s eyes were filled with tenderness, and she smiled, placing her hand gently on her lower abdomen.

Waylon looked at her, his eyes brimming with fondness.

"Congratulations, Litte Hope," Alitzel said, clapping with a smile.

The rest of the crowd looked at Alitzel helplessly, was it really necessary to congratulate her? With their family escorting and protecting Hope, it would’ve been difficult for her not to succeed.

The husband dotes, the mother-in-law dotes. What about the previous rumors?

They’re getting divorced? Impossible! They’re clearly so happy together; those rumors must be nonsense.

Envy scattered all around, the crowd followed Alitzel’s clap, courteously saying, "Congratulations, Young Madam Lewis."

"Congratulations, Young Madam Lewis..."

The important part wasn’t the congratulations, but the title ’Young Madam Lewis.’

And this title was something Vivia Fuller had always yearned for, each utterance of ’Young Madam Lewis’ felt like a needle piercing Vivia’s heart.

She was so angry it gave her a headache.

And Alitzel Williams couldn’t feel more delighted as she raised her eyebrows, looking at Vivia Fuller whose face was extremely pale.

"Sorry Vivia..." Alitzel Williams said with a smile, inflecting her voice with an extra dose of sarcasm.

Vivia Fuller gritted her teeth, squeezing out a few words through clenched jaws, "It’s okay..."

The next items were some calligraphy and paintings, jewelry, accessories—none of which interested Hope Williams, who therefore appeared rather disengaged.

From the beginning to now, Waylon Lewis hadn’t been fully focused on the auction, instead leaning his body to the side, watching every move of the woman, clearly just here for the ride with Hope Williams.

Hope Williams handed the auction list to Waylon Lewis, "Do you see this Blue and White Dragon Pattern Double Eared Bottle? Isn’t it beautiful? I want to bid on it and give it to grandfather."

This Blue and White Dragon Pattern Double Eared Bottle had a long history, its patterns and colors were stunningly beautiful, and it was anything but ordinary. Plus, being the last auction item made it the most attention-grabbing piece of the night.

"Very pretty, the old man loves such antiques, and if it’s from you, he might just sleep with it tonight."

Hope Williams couldn’t help but laugh, "Grandfather sleeping with antiques? That’s an exaggeration."

"Do you remember that painting you gave to Old Master Lewis before?"

Hope Williams nodded, "Of course, I remember."

However, that was the first birthday gift Hope Williams had given to Old Master Lewis six years ago. At the time, she knew nothing about paintings and calligraphy, spent a lot of money, only to later find out it was a fake...

Hope Williams regretted it to death then.

Thinking about it made Hope Williams flush with shame, "Why suddenly bring that up?"

"Now, that painting still hangs on the wall of the old master’s study, and he still goes over to touch it from time to time," Waylon Lewis said with a smile, clearly showing how much Old Master Lewis cherished the painting given by Hope Williams, even if it was a fake.

Hope Williams was surprised, "But wasn’t it a fake?"

Waylon Lewis raised his hand and gently pinched Hope Williams’s astonished little face, the smile deepening, "As I said, as long as it’s given by you, the old man would treasure it as if it were the apple of his eye."

Hope Williams pursed her lips, her heart softened.

"OMG... The face caress kill, President Lewis is so slick, so charming..." A few people sitting behind them, who had been fed a bunch of dog food, couldn’t help but exclaim with their hands over their mouths after seeing Waylon Lewis’s just-now gesture.

Who could resist.

Hearing the noise, Hope Williams turned her head slightly, a blush spreading on her cheeks.

Waylon Lewis swept a cool look over them, and the people in the back immediately covered their mouths.

What’s going on, President Lewis’s glance was just so gentle a moment ago, how did it turn so icy when he looked at them...

Next, Hope Williams didn’t bid again, while Vivia Fuller’s mind wasn’t on the auction either, her gaze running over the auction list and finally resting on the last item—the Blue and White Dragon Pattern Double Eared Bottle.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

Elder Lewis’s birthday feast was tomorrow, and it was also a curious coincidence that Elder Lewis enjoyed collecting antiques...

Of course, one must give a gift that suits the recipient’s taste.

So Vivia Fuller guessed that Hope Williams was aiming for that Blue and White Dragon Pattern Double Eared Bottle.

Her lips curved up, a plan forming, as she leaned slowly towards Mia Fuller.

Mia Fuller, who had been dispassionately drowsy, couldn’t help furrowing her brows when she saw her approaching, "What are you doing?"

Vivia Fuller whispered to Mia Fuller, pulling her close.

Mia Fuller’s eyes widened, wanting to ask something, but was silenced by the look in Vivia Fuller’s eyes.

Mia Fuller glanced subtly at Alitzel Williams sitting beside Vivia Fuller, then again at Hope Williams and Waylon Lewis.

"Are you sure about this? Don’t mess it up for me again," Mia Fuller had already suffered enough from her plans.

She had learned her lesson.

"Don’t worry." Vivia Fuller assured Mia Fuller very confidently.

Mia Fuller was enticed by her proposal but also felt anxious.

"What’s there to be afraid of? It’s just making her spend some money as a lesson, we’re not murdering anyone. Don’t be scared, they won’t find out," said Vivia Fuller, tilting her head and speaking in a low voice.

Mia Fuller bit her lip and then picked up her phone, sending out a few messages.

Vivia Fuller then smiled with satisfaction.