Chapter 132 You Are The First
This statement was not false.
From the moment she stepped out of the Vittorio mansion, she wished she could fly to Los Angeles for a vacation. So, she didn't dare to look at Giuseppe. Was she afraid?
"You better not have lied to me," Giorgio coldly uttered before adding, "Dance to the beat that I set, and nothing will happen."
Anna let out a sigh of relief, as he finally stopped suspecting her.
She took a deep breath and told herself not to be nervous, not to make any mistakes. These few minutes would pass quickly!
The music began to play.
Giorgio led Anna into the grand ballroom.
The surrounding lights were dim, with only a single beam of white light shining down on the dance floor.
Since she couldn't see anyone, she wasn't as nervous.
Anna looked at Giorgio, his charming and dazzling self under the spotlight, exceptionally handsome.
She placed her hand in his palm and followed his dance steps, stepping to the beat.
Suddenly, her high-heeled shoes were too tall, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the side.
"Ah!" A chorus of exclamations filled the air!
Anna felt extremely embarrassed.
Just as she thought she would definitely become headline news today, mocked by countless people.
A strong hand suddenly grasped her hand waving in mid-air and pulled her forcefully.
Her body straightened up, and her skirt fluttered.
In a graceful posture, she fell into his embrace.
Pressing against his body.
He held her small hand with one hand.
The other hand settled on her waist, holding her tightly.
This posture, this movement, elegant and noble, turned a small mishap into a beautiful dance.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief. It turned out to be intentional.
Anna hadn't expected it to be resolved so perfectly. She looked at the handsome face of the man, feeling grateful and stunned.
He was truly too handsome under the lights.
And he was dancing with her, allowing her to clearly feel his firm muscle lines, the slight warmth of his body, and his broad and comforting embrace.
But they were really too close.
Whether it was his hand or his breath, they transmitted warmth into her blood, making her uncomfortable and restless.
Anna's breathing grew hotter, wanting to create some distance.
But this was on the stage, under the watchful eyes of everyone present!
She couldn't make any movement. She could only stick close to him and follow his steps.
In comparison, Giorgio remained dignified, his face devoid of any unnecessary expression.
His steps were elegant and professional, strangely calming her nervous heart. Her dance steps gradually became relaxed and natural.
She no longer made any mistakes.
She looked at him.
Deep, vast eyes, like the starry sky, also sank into it.
The dance continued as they merged as one. Breathing, blending together.
A dance that was romantic, elegant, seemingly like a work of art.
Even beyond the surface meaning of the waltz, it was more like the way lovers speak of their love for each other.
The music ended.
Clap, clap, clap! The deafening applause echoed through the venue.
Everyone was in awe.
"So beautiful!"
"Mr. Vittorio and Mrs. Vittorio are truly a perfect match!"
"Even someone like me who doesn't enjoy watching dances was deeply captivated."
"Me too, me too!"
The voices kept repeating praises.
Giuseppe, in his seat, stared at those two figures, the golden handkerchief in his hand put away, a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
That smile held an ambiguous meaning.
Anna and Giorgio stepped down from the stage, taking a deep breath.
"Thank you. It was my first time dancing in such a grand setting, and it went well thanks to you."
Giorgio gave her a casual glance. "You should be thankful indeed. You are the first woman I've ever danced with."
Anna was rendered speechless.
Is that true?
He actually hasn't danced with any other women?
It must be false.
He probably says that to every woman he's interested in, as if she were the first and only.
Men's words can't be trusted.
After taking their seats.
The auction officially began.
"The first treasure of today is a vase from the Renaissance period in France."
As the host's words resounded a blue vase slowly appeared.
Through the transparent glass, the exquisite material of the vase was clearly visible, its whole body radiating a green luster, of excellent quality.
Even those who didn't understand collecting could tell at first glance that it was a top-notch item.
"The starting price is 20 million dollars." The host's resolute voice sounded.
Anna was shocked.
A vase starting at 20 million dollars?
The world of the wealthy was truly incomprehensible.
People in the venue started talking, growing restless.
But at this moment, a low, cold and domineering voice rang out.
"90 million dollars."
It was just the beginning of the auction, and someone had bid so high! It was an unprecedented move!
Everyone turned their gaze towards the voice and instantly gave up.
Because the person holding the number plate was Enrico, dressed in a suit, emitting a chilling aura!
Mr. Moretti was interested in this item?
Who would dare to compete with him for something he set his eyes on?
Perhaps they could afford the money, but they couldn't match his status.
They dared not provoke him, not at all.
Naturally, everyone abstained.
The host said, "90 million dollars, once!"
"90 million dollars, twice!"
"Sold!"
In the end, the hammer fell.
Enrico's cold face didn't change, revealing no emotion.
Anna couldn't help but whisper, "Mr. Moretti doesn't seem like someone who collects antiques."
Giorgio replied, "It's his ex-wife's father's collection."
So that's how it is!
Who would have thought that Mr. Moretti would still be concerned about his ex-wife?
Looking at Enrico again, Anna suddenly felt that he didn't appear as aloof as he seemed.
Next, there are a few more treasures.
When encountering ones they like, everyone competed fiercely.
Overall, the atmosphere was great.
"Finally, we have our last treasure." The final item had arrived.
The lights dimmed suddenly, leaving only a lamp on the treasure platform.
Accompanied by music, a necklace was presented.
Under the light, the sapphire was clear and vibrant, shining brightly like starlight reflecting on the ocean, emanating a mysteriously beautiful glow, flawless and perfect.
"I believe our esteemed guests have recognized the Heart of the Sea. That's right, what you see before you is the 19th century..." The host explained the origins and priceless value of the Heart of the Sea.
Anna was astonished.
So this is the Heart of the Sea that Katherine likes. She had great taste.
"What do you think?" a man's deep voice sounded in her ear.
"Huh?" Anna looked at him in surprise and casually replied, "Of course, such a beautiful thing is good. Didn't Katherine say she likes it a lot?"
Giorgio looked deeply into her eyes, preparing to pick up his bidding card.
"Ninety million dollars." A pleasant voice spoke up first.
The same situation happened twice in one night!
Everyone looked in surprise, and upon seeing it was Giuseppe, they were perplexed.
What was going on? Giuseppe, although the Vice President of the Vittorio Group, had always been low-key and smiling towards others. Why did he bid so extravagantly for the necklace just now?
What was the reason?
A glimmer of coldness flashed through Giorgio's eyes as he raised his bidding card and lightly threw out his voice, "One hundred million dollars."
What?!
One hundred million dollars?!
The crowd erupted in excitement.
"Mr. Vittorio is actually interested in the Heart of the Sea."
"Don't you know? Mrs. Vittorio expressed her liking for it on social media before. Mr. Vittorio is willing to spend lavishly just to make Mrs. Vittorio happy."
"Oh, I see. How envious!"
As Anna listened to the voices, she turned her head to look at Giorgio beside her. He was cold and noble, exuding an inherent powerful aura, seemingly destined to succeed.
For Katherine, he was truly willing to spend money.
It seemed that he was not as indifferent towards Katherine as she thought.
At least in terms of their married life and finances, he was very generous.
Having a husband like this seemed pretty good, didn't it?
"One hundred and ten million dollars." At that moment, Giuseppe's voice sounded once again.
With a faint smile, Giuseppe resembled a king.
The golden-rimmed glasses made him appear like a refined and elegant gentleman.
He was clearly smiling, but it felt like he was being contrary on purpose.
What was going on here?
Why were these two comparing themselves to each other?
The crowd was puzzled.
Giorgio looked at Giuseppe coldly, his eyes filled with deep meaning.
He proudly raised his bidding card. "Two hundred million dollars."
Two hundred million dollars!
Directly nearly doubling the previous bid!
Who would dare to compete with the lofty Mr.
Vittorio started bidding?!
Even Giuseppe couldn't outbid him.
His hidden hand tightened slightly, and he concealed his smile.
In the end, Giorgio won Heart of the Sea with a bid of 200 million US dollars.
The whole room congratulated him.
However, Anna couldn't find any joy in it.
Because–
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