Without hesitation, someone in the crowd shouted, "300 silver coins!"
The bidding war escalated, each participant vying for the captivating painting that seemed to hold a spellbinding aura.
"500 silver coins!" came another bid, raising the stakes.
Amon's resolve solidified. He couldn't let this opportunity slip away. "1000 silver coins!" he proclaimed, his voice cutting through the tension in the room.
A hush fell over the crowd as Amon's bid reverberated in the grand auditorium. All eyes turned towards him, captivated by the unexpected twist in the auction.
"1000 silver coins for Mr. Midas," the host announced, his voice tinged with anticipation. "Going once, going twice... sold to Mr. Midas!"
A wave of murmurs rippled through the room as Amon emerged victorious, securing the prized painting. The audience, filled with curiosity and intrigue, watched as the painting was carefully handled and set aside.
Amon's eyes remained fixed on the artwork, a deep sense of satisfaction coursing through his veins. He knew there was something more to this painting than met the eye. He couldn't shake the feeling that this acquisition was more than a mere piece of art.
With the charity event coming to a close, Amon's attention shifted back to Juliane, who stood before him with wide eyes filled with disbelief. Her astonishment hung in the air, compelling Amon to inquire about her thoughts.
"Ms. Johara, what's wrong?" he asked, genuinely intrigued by her reaction.
"I... I just can't believe you bought that painting for a thousand silver coins," Juliane stammered, still processing the weight of the extravagant purchase.
Amon chuckled lightly, his gaze fixed on the painting that now belonged to him. "It will complement the other paintings in the hallway perfectly. I see no reason to hesitate."
When the charity event was done, Amon guided Juliane toward the exit. However, their departure was unexpectedly hindered by the appearance of a familiar face.
"Good evening, brother. It's rather surprising to see you making a purchase at a charity event like this. This is the first time."
Amon arched an eyebrow, an unspoken sign of his disinterest was directed at Bruno. He didn't see the need to speak with a loser like him. If Amon wanted to, he could just ignore the lad. However, the presence of onlookers prevented him from dismissing the man outright.
"The painting caught my eye, and I appreciate the technique employed by the artist," Amon replied with a measured tone, unwilling to divulge his true motivations.
Bruno's lips curled into a smug smile as he continued, "I wasn't aware of your interest in art." His eyes then shifted toward Juliane, his smile growing more sinister. "And who is this lovely companion you have brought? It's the first time I have seen you with a lady at a formal event."
"I see no reason to divulge the identity of my partner tonight," Amon's composure remained unshaken as he stared at Bruno with indifference. He said in a lower volume, "You seem to have a penchant for my 'first times.' Why don't you mind your own business? You're acting like a cheap paparazzi."
Bruno's expression darkened, his pride was trampled on by Amon's dismissive tone.
"Now, if you'll excuse us, we have pressing matters to attend to."
As Amon brushed past Bruno, the insulted half-brother narrowed his eyes, burning with a silent intensity. When his gaze met Juliane's, a mischievous grin spread upon his lips, which made the lady hasten her steps.
The two of them then rode the automobile, with the assistance of the new driver. As the automobile accelerated, Juliane took a glance at Amon's face. She wondered how he felt about the conversation he had with his rude half-brother. Even though the young master had a big home and numerous assets, he had a broken family. He seemed unaffected, yet his eyes displayed a hint of sadness. Perhaps, deep inside, he was hurt? Or had he only gotten used to this kind of treatment from his family?
Juliane's thoughts were startled as the automobile sped up, its speed causing a rush of wind that brushed against her exposed neck and shoulders. The chill in the air made her shiver and she instinctively hugged herself for warmth. Amon, observing her discomfort, noticed the goosebumps on her arms and the slight tremor in her body.
Without a moment's hesitation, Amon swiftly removed his coat and draped it over Juliane's shoulders. The warmth of the coat enveloped her, providing instant relief from the cold.
Feeling a surge of gratitude, Juliane's lips curved into a grateful smile. She expressed her thanks to the young master, appreciating this unexpected act of kindness. Perhaps there was more to Amon than met the eye…
Wait… the scene was familiar… Juliane recalled that whenever she used his coat he would say something rude afterwards.
As expected, Amon proceeded to speak, and his words shattered the momentary illusion of compassion. "I want you to wash it before returning it to me. I want no unnecessary floral scent or any patches of makeup and dirt on it. I bought that coat in Vaulinhorn City, and it's a limited edition. So handle it with utmost care."
Juliane's smile faded, replaced by a hint of disappointment. She knew it; her understanding of Amon's character and kindness was misguided… or, was his demeanor simply a facade to maintain his high standards?
As the night deepened, Juliane couldn't help but question the grumpy young master's true nature.