"Daniel, I know you're still angry with me, but this isn't the time or place for your arrogance. How can you afford eight million dollars?"
Natalie's voice dripped with sarcasm, her disbelief clear. She didn't think for a second that Daniel could come up with such a sum.
Daniel leaned back in his chair, his expression calm.
"Of course I can. You don't need to worry about me," he said, his tone sounding as if eight million dollars meant nothing to him.
"Damn it!" Natalie's face flushed with anger.
"You're doing this just to spite me, aren't you?" Her voice rose, sharp and filled with frustration.
Daniel's lips curved into a cold, faint smile. "You're overthinking it. I just want this treasure, that's all."
His gaze remained locked on the auction stage.
Natalie's eyes widened. "Do yo
