The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 121

Kayla didn't expect to run into Paisley here. Her expression changed tically. "Paisley, what are you doing

here? Are you following me?"

Paisley really couldn't understand why the Vanderbilts never thought straight. Each one of them seemed to be

out of their mind.

Paisley didn't bother responding to Kayla and helped the two teachers take care of the children, teaching them

how to wash their hands using the sensor faucets.

Seeing Paisley with the dirty children, Kayla sneered, "Hey, I'm talking to you. What are you doing here, and why

are you with these nasty children?"

Upon hearing Kayla call them nasty, the children looked terrified, and the two teachers grew uneasy. Paisley

turned around, casting Kayla a look as if she were garbage. "Are they? But | think you're the dirtiest one here."

"Paisley," Kayla shouted sharply, "don't think that just because you saved Grandpa, I'll change my attitude

toward you. You're just a slut, a bad woman. If it weren't for you stepping in, Dom would have married Marissa a

long tago. Only Marissa deserves him. You'll never earn my support."

Paisley didn't want to create a scene in front of the children, so she spoke calmly to the two confused teachers,

"You should take the children back. Do you know the way?"

The two teachers nodded repeatedly and quickly took the children out of the bathroom.

The large bathroom was left with only Paisley and Kayla. Paisley's face turned cold as she glared at Kayla, who

was slightly shorter than her. "My final reminder to you, and you better remember it.

"First, | saved Mr. Paul Vanderbilt out of gratitude to him. It has nothing to do with you or anyone else. "Second, |

didn't interfere in your brother's relationship with Marissa. | thought | must be crazy when | married him. Before

that, I didn't even know who Marissa was.

"Third, you better get your brother and Marissa to marry ASAP. | wish them never to be apart and never appear

beforeagain."

"You...you..." Kayla was so furious that she couldn't speak.

"Enough with the nonsense. Move." Paisley finished her words and, in a bad mood, shoved Kayla aside before

walking out of the bathroom.

Kayla stood frozen, her anger boiling inside, her feet stomping in frustration. She thought, 'How did Paisley

becso bad-tempered? She used to be so easy to talk to."

When Paisley returned to her seat, the two teachers looked at her with concern. "Are you okay? Did she hurt

you?" They felt guilty, thinking that if Paisley hadn't taken them to the bathroom, she wouldn't have encountered

that bad-tempered woman.

"I'm fine. Don't worry," Paisley smiled, signaling them to relax.

But the two teachers thought, 'How can we relax? We saw that the bad-tempered woman was the last to arrive,

and Ms. Flynn personally escorted her to the most prestigious position.

'That meant the woman must have the highest status. And Ms. Sutton had offended that noble woman for our

sake. Would she face retribution in the future?*

Kayla had spent a long tin the bathroom. Instead of staying in the sone where she'd met Paisley, she

chose a farther one. When she returned, the item before the painting had just been auctioned off. Diana had

bought a diamond necklace for eight million dollars.

Soon, the highly anticipated moment arrived, and the oil painting, the one everyone had been waiting for, was

brought up for auction.

Kayla's eyes sparkled. She had already thrown the previous unpleasantness behind her, her gaze fixed entirely

on the painting. She had studied the photo of this painting for so long but could never quite capture its essence.

Now, the painting was right in front of her, and it looked a hundred times better than the photo.

Kayla's heart raced. She turned to look at the quirky-dressed man in the back and gave him a sweet smile.

The man had stopped talking to the person beside him. When he saw Kayla smiling at him, his face lit up, and he

returned what he thought was his best smile.

'Mr. Vaire smiled at me," Kayla thought happily. She had already begun imagining herself bidding for the painting,

walking up to her idol afterward, and asking for an autograph.

The more Kayla thought about it, the more excited she became, and her gaze at the painting grew more

determined.

The auctioneer began introducing the painting. After a lengthy description, the auctioneer announced the

starting price. "Nion Vaire's latest oil painting starts at two million dollars. The price increment must not be less

than thirty thousand dollars."

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, Kayla eagerly raised her paddle. "Three million dollars."

The crowd was surprised by Kayla's bid. They could tell she was also a fan of Nion.

Many people in the room wanted the painting, and since the auction was a fair competition, even though Kayla

had a prominent status, others still eagerly increased their bids.

Soon, the price had risen to seventeen million dollars.

Diana also participated in the bidding a few times, but when the price hit seventeen million, she stopped. Paisley

hadn't expected her painting to fetch such a high price. What surprised her even more was how determined

Kayla was to get it.

"Seventeen million dollars once," the auctioneer called, "seventeen million dollars twice. Seventeen million

dollars..."

"Twenty million dollars." Suddenly, at the last moment, a voice rang out from the corner.

The crowd turned to see a beautiful woman sitting with the girl representatives from the poverty-stricken areas.

The woman was holding her paddle high.

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