Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 343: Auction night

The venue of the auction was the founding museum and gallery, one of the multiple properties owned jointly by the founding families and managed by a committee selected by the founding council.

All the families contributed famous antiques, art and various crafts to be placed in the museum all year round, those things were exchanged once a year, usually at the beginning. If a family wished to retrieve whatever they had placed in the museum, they had to bring a replacement of the same value.

The preference for the art and various antiques was simple; old, rare, with historical meaning and worth a lot of money. All this information was shared by Aunt Maureen. She was doing most of the explaining to Phoebe who didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was familiar with the information.

Visiting the founding museum was a must do activity for all junior students in high school for history class. Aunt Maureen passionately expressed her opinions on the policies of the museum.

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"What pisses me off is that they display a lot of outstanding works but mostly auction off dull ones that cannot be compared however, we still bid and buy them at ridiculously high prices because we want to show off our wealth." Aunt Maureen commented,

Grandma Mayfair scratched the lobes of her ears wishing she could close her eardrums for a while, her daughter Maureen was quite a chatterbox.

"They should rename it ’we have stupid money to burn on crap auction night.’" Aunt Maureen chuckled.

"Oh my, you are quite zealous about the issue." Phoebe said.

Aunt Maureen did not deny how much the museum policies vexed her. "I have attended these auctions time without number in the last few years but I still do not understand what the council is thinking. Although unproven some of the items auctioned off are said to be magical and if they end up in the wrong hands they could be dangerous.

Word on the street is that some of the people that attend buy these items and sell them off at higher prices to shamans and witches who know their true value. It’s like they don’t care to vet what they are selling off anymore." Aunt Maureen leaned in and whispered.

Grandma Mayfair pulled her brows to form a from. "Maureen are you certain? If that’s the case then we have to inform the council, where did you hear this?"

"Mother remember I live in Hartoum, I know people that sell information on ancient relics and magic trinkets. Some of the things being auctioned off in the last few years are part of the items captured from the expelled families that moved to Hartoum.

It is not surprising that they would have relics that are magic affiliated, it was why most of them were expelled in the first place, they were consorting with demons and dark witches and warlocks.

Expulsion does not necessarily mean that they stopped or mended their evil ways." Maureen pointed her lips and chewed on the inside of her lips. "Of late those families have become more organized, it bothers me a little." She shrugged.

Grandma Mayfair sighed deeply. "Yes we have heard, it’s bothering all of us. I fear for what they could be planning. Maybe they are the ones stirring up all the trouble in the founding families lately with all the bad things happening to us which are magic related." She sighed, "Anyway let’s just focus on tonight and discuss this later."

Phoebe had a lot to think about regarding her grandmother’s theory, if it was true then she suspected the expelled families might be the ones working with demons to bring Ravana back to life.

Phoebe pressed her fingers and decided that she would think about it tomorrow and hear what the Saxon spirit had to say.

"I cannot wait to see what will be displayed off today, I am going to show off my Mayfair heiress power tonight." Phoebe rubbed her hands excitedly.

Her grandmother chuckled. "You should not bid carelessly, some people just keep raising the prices maliciously to trick others into losing money. You have made yourself some enemies on the lane, one of them might decide to be smart."

Phoebe nodded like a well behaved child, "Yes nana, I will be wasteful but wise."

Grandma Mayfair laughed loudly, impish Phoebe was kind of cute.

Aunt Maureen stared at Phoebe meanwhile, she was still trying to understand this niece of hers that seemed to have more to her than her simple appearance. What was it that made the girl special?

She was special indeed, she even had two Saxon’s and one Baltimore panting after her, even her dating life was entertaining and special. "I thought that your Saxon boyfriend was picking you up, I have not seen that boy in ages, I would like to meet him again."

A little smile grew on Phoebe’s lips. "He will be waiting for me at the venue, I guess that you will get to meet him there."

"I am still amazed at how you managed to bag a high born Saxon....not that you cannot but from the story I heard you guys got together before you found out that you were a Mayfair. Did you use a charm on him or something?"

Phoebe arched an eyebrow. "A charm? No dear Aunt, I do sell love true finding charms but they only help lead you to your true love not guide the relationship or anything."

Phoebe knew first hand that just because you loved someone and they loved you back, there was no guarantee that you would be happy together, life was more complex.

"My friend Prudence told me that after David came out of his coma, he began to search desperately for Phoebe and calling her his wife. Funnily, Phoebe also went into a coma a few months before David and when she woke up, she run from Citrus to Magic city as if she was being pursued.

I have never heard something more bizarre than their experiences. The story was very strange honestly but, I am happy that the two finally found each other." Grandma Mayfair recounted the extremely brief summary of how David and Phoebe came to be with a smile.

"Strange indeed." Aunt Maureen raised her eyebrows and continued to study Phoebe who shifted uncomfortably.

That was a story she didn’t want people prying into for there were too many loop holes.

"Oh look we are here." Phoebe pointed at the procession of the luxury vehicles that was moving slower than a turtle, it seemed endless.

Their car broke out of the long line and moved to a VIP line, within two minutes, they arrived near the entrance but it was also crowded, some people were hugging each other, others were in conversation. Some were standing outside, waiting for friends or family to arrive.

Those that liked to show off were taking pictures on a red carpet.

"So many people are in attendance today, I heard from Edward that they would be auctioning off old things that were found on a wrecked ship in Cantana Bay. Apparently they are switching things up this time, everyone will be seeing what’s inside for the first time including the members that sit on the council." Aunt Maureen watched the Saxons walk quietly but with authority.

Grandma Mayfair gasped. "Isn’t that dangerous? Why would they do that?"

"To spice up the auctions, the monotony was getting boring which had led to a reduction in numbers of notable influential people willing to attend. I guess a lot of people heard about the rumor, even that witch Miranda graced us with her presence today."

"Humph!" Phoebe stepped out of the vehicle and flashes began to blind her. She positioned her necklace well such that good pictures of it would be taken.

David who was among those waiting by the bottom stairs leading up to the main entrance rushed to join her and put his arm around her waist.

This was his opportunity to send a clear message, Phoebe Mayfair was his woman, only his.