Chapter 122. Freya

Dylan POV

I felt my face heat up, but I kept my expression steady. Helene’s eyes lit up on stage, a proud, victorious smile spreading across her face. She looked at me like I’d just made her the happiest woman alive.

But my eyes… they kept drifting back to Freya.

She was standing there calm as ever, watching me with that unreadable little smile. No jealousy. No pain. Just… amusement?

What the fuck is going on in her skull?

I gripped my glass tighter, knuckles turning white. My stomach twisted into knots. I’d just bid a million dollars on Helene in front of everyone… and somehow, I still felt like the biggest loser in the room.

“Wow… damn!” the host exclaimed, eyes wide as he pointed at me. “One million dollars from Dylan Voss for Helene Lennox! That’s a serious bid right there!”

The crowd cheered and whistled. Helene was beaming on stage, looking at me like I was her hero.

The host grinned and started the countdown. “One million