Standing before them was a middle-aged man in his early forties.
Is this... Chen Zhiyuan?
No, it’s not Chen Zhiyuan.
This man was different from Chen Zhiyuan’s feigned composure.
The man before them had sharp, striking features, and an aura entirely devoid of any pretense.
Unfortunately, his face was pallid and sickly. After speaking, he clenched his fist and pressed it against his mouth as he coughed.
Yet, even in this state, the imposing presence he carried remained undiminished.
This is... Mr. Ling?
Oh my God, am I dreaming?
Xia Xiyan stood on the stage, her eyes wide in disbelief.
How is this possible?
Qiao Qianmo stood up in shock, staring blankly at the noble-looking man not far away.
The host discreetly wiped the sweat off their palms. "Sir... Are you saying Miss Sumr is your...?"
"Daughter." The man lowered the hand resting against his mouth and firmly picked up where the host left off, repeating the word once more.
Stunned!
Utter, earth-shattering shock!!
Sumr’s father made a dramatic appearance at the auction!
Eighty million, spent on one of Sumr’s plastic necklaces!
Sumr’s dad is incredible—absolutely legendary.
The highest bid of the night!
Yet, just then, an agitated voice rang out from the entrance. "He’s lying!"
It was Susan.
Susan stord forward, brimming with anger, and pointed at the man. "Everyone, don’t listen to the nonsense coming out of his mouth. Have you all forgotten the news from a few days ago? This man was deliberately hired to impersonate my partner, Mr. Ling! What now? Impersonation has beco an addiction? First, he pretends to be Ling, and now he’s pretending to be Sumr’s father to stir up drama?!"
Susan stood in the center of the venue, addressing the crowd with fervor. "Let be blunt: Sumr’s mother was promiscuous in her youth. No one even knows who Sumr’s father really is. And who gave you people the audacity to claim Mr. Ling is her father while using my partner’s identity so brazenly?!"
"How co I have no idea when my partner supposedly fathered a daughter like Sumr with so other woman?!"
What... What was even going on?
The crowd exchanged confused, uncertain glances.
After finishing her tirade, Susan’s eyes sparkled with smug satisfaction.
She cast a disdainful glance at the middle-aged man who claid to be Sumr’s father.
It had to be said—Ou Jue was truly sothing else.
Wasn’t the humiliation with Chen Zhiyuan enough?
In just one day, they had found yet another man to pretend to be Xia Xiyan’s father?
Did they think they could pull this off without her permission?
The mysterious informant had told her personally that Mr. Ling was currently being detained in Country S.
Not only that, but he had lost his mory and was never coming back!
So this man was definitely fake.
No matter how many n Ou Family’s young master dug up who resembled Ling, they were all impostors!
The man turned around and swept his gaze over Susan from head to toe, his eyes filled with open contempt. "Impersonate your partner, Mr. Ling?"
"Exactly." Susan showed no fear, steadfast in her belief that the man was a fraud, and pressed him aggressively. "Spill it—were you hired by the Ou Family, or by Sumr herself? How much were you paid?!"
"That’s enough." Xiyan could no longer endure it.
"Not enough! What’s wrong? You have the nerve to do it but not the guts to admit it?" Susan shot back, hopping mad. "Do you dare deny that this man isn’t soone you hired to deceive everyone? Ling is absolutely not your father! To salvage your reputation and whitewash yourself, you really went all out, didn’t you?!"
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