Chapter 175

Sloane shook her head the moment the blood amber was mentioned. “I don’t like it,” she said plainly. “I’m a doctor. I see blood every single day. Wearing something like that would make me feel physically uncomfortable.” Her tone was calm, but firm, there was no room for persuasion. Dominic didn’t question her, nor did he try to change her mind. The moment her words settled, he simply stopped bidding. The blood amber was soon claimed by someone else. Sloane let out a quiet breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Good. At least that problem solved itself. There were only so many valuables she could politely return later without feeling pressure weigh on her conscience. Then the atmosphere in the hall shifted. An assistant carefully carried out the next item, a book. It looked old. Extremely old. The leather cover was cracked, the pages yellowed and uneven, the edges frayed as though time itself had tried to erase it. The auctioneer cleared his throat. “This manuscript is believed to