Third Person's POV The auction's debt would either fall on Aysel herself, or she would shamelessly stretch her paw toward Magnus. Damon frowned, sensing something was off. But Celestine had already raised the bid atop Aysel's "one hundred million" to "one hundred and ten million." Gasps rippled through the hall. "Are they insane? It's just a charity auction-must they throw this much coin?" "You don't understand. This is the true heiress versus the foster heiress," someone whispered. "Using real silver and gold to compete? That's... impressive~" "This coin could buy far grander things than this ordinary necklace. I feel sorry for them; if they can't spend it all, they could throw it my way instead." The chatter roared, the auction hall itself pulsing with tension. The auctioneer's hands trembled with excitement. Her career had reached a new peak; she could now boast of handling items worth over a billion in coin. Rudi Sanchez's husband shook his head. "Magnus is really generous with his little girlfriend, letting her do whatever she wants." Even the wealthiest wolves had standards for their spending. Normally, bids would have been stopped well before hitting one hundred million. Rudi Sanchez's face turned green as she glared at the distant box, mentally plotting her next report to the patriarch at the old estate. Celestine clenched her hands in tension. She had no intention of raising further in the next round. As she waited to see the results, and for the hall's historical data to refresh, a window in Magnus's box revealed a pale, flawless face. A mischievous smile curved the lips of the Moonvale Pack's future Lady. Those familiar with the game all thought the same: "It's over. That woman is back." Indeed, the next second, she gestured toward Celestine and Damon. "Impressive, impressive. I withdraw."Celestine shot to her feet, her cloak brushing over a teacup. Aysel Vale. Her chest heaved. She could not believe she had been ensnared again. One hundred and ten million was no trifling sum. Moreover, she had just assured Damon that the Moonvale Pack would cover the cost; the debt would fall squarely on her. Even liquidating all her assets would require selling multiple estates and jewels to cover the gap. The two of them stood across the open window, eyes locked: one face blooming with a triumphant smile, the other grim as iron. The Sanchez twins huddled together. "So... did that woman win?" The sister rolled her eyes. "Win what? Didn't you see her father's face?" "By the way, if Celestine hadn't bid, what then?" Their mother-Magnus's aunt-lifted both twins effortlessly, her expression calm. "Then she'd buy it. The heir of the Sanchez Pack isn't lacking for coin." The older brother mumbled, "Not lacking, perhaps, but that coin is wasted." To them, this was serious money. The aunt glanced at the distracted Kurt's wife and Sandy, smiling. "Miss Vale's outfit alone nearly matches that price. Your brother Magnus wouldn't care about this at all." When they had greeted the auction earlier, they had seen the quality of Moonvale craftsmanship; the valuation of Aysel's clothing and jewels was clear. She looked at Mrs. Kurt, deliberately smiling. "Magnus is generous with his girlfriend. He should be no less generous to family elders and siblings. Why has the third sister bought nothing today? Not impressed?" Mrs. Kurt glared at her. Even knowing the tension between Kurt and Magnus, this was deliberate provocation. "We don't lack for coin," she said flatly, though her tone betrayed little conviction. The twins exchanged a glance: in this household, one must choose the right leg to cling to. Beyond this verbal sparring, one more Sanchez was boiling inside. Zark Sanchez was nearly in a frenzy.His companies faced disruption; bids blocked, funds halted. Fearful of the patriarch deeming him useless, he could not ask family for aid. Tonight, he had brought a long-negotiated investor, intending to gift the final, singular lot-a rare calligraphic work-to curry favor quietly, solving his own problems. Who knew two lunatics would barge in, muddying the waters. He worried the last auction lot would also be disrupted. Magnus had brought this woman to challenge him! Aysel, oblivious to his internal collapse, focused entirely on undermining Celestine and Damon. Coin spent, reputations risked. As the auctioneer announced Celestine's high bid for the necklace, she exhaled, glancing at Damon. "Alpha Damon is indeed generous for true love," she said, her voice carrying. Many listeners stiffened, caught in the sudden implication. Rumors of the Blackwood heir's prior indiscretions-the entanglement with Aysel-surfaced in minds again. Despite Damon and Aysel denying anything, claiming "just a sister," imagination ran rampant. Had the Blackwood heir not only been fickle but stingy? Now Celestine appeared quite generous in contrast. Damon, fearing misinterpretation, quickly clarified, "The necklace wasn't mine." Celestine's heart ached, but she maintained her composure. "Indeed. How could I let Damon pay for something this precious? Didn't our parents teach us, in wealth, not to depend on men?" She projected independence while subtly criticizing Aysel for spending another's coin. Aysel, meanwhile, appeared forlorn, wounded. "So it's Moonvale's coin after all. I suppose Mr. and Mrs. Vale simply never wanted to spend on me." The audience understood instantly. At her birthday, Aysel had proclaimed she never used her family's money as an adult. One was a foster daughter, lavish with billions; the other, a true daughter, miserly. Eyes lingered meaningfully. The Moonvale and Blackwood Packs spent lavishly for show, but Aysel's interference shifted attention to scandal and rumor. Coin spent, reputations jeopardized. Many questioned the Moonvale strategy: spoiling a foster daughter while denying the true heiress seemed bizarre. And the Blackwood heir? Fickle, indecisive. Damon's pristine image collapsed. Faced with unprecedented scrutiny, Celestine felt blood rush to her head, chills crawling over her. Once a proud daughter of the Ward family, a paragon of perfection, she now plummeted from the pedestal. Madness threatened.Yet the prior warning from that Alpha still lingered. Even using her mother's life to suppress Aysel now felt impossible. Damon stood beside Celestine, gently soothing her trembling body, casting a disapproving gaze at Aysel. "Aysel, your grievances with the Moonvale Pack run too deep. Alpha Remus and Luna Evelyn do care for you-you've just never given them a chance."