“Isn’t it too political, under the guise of kindness?” read Maureen from an online comment. “The majority of participants are prominent officials, including the president.”

She turned to Yuna with a sharp gaze, pressing, “Does this mean Zack is showing his support for the president and the politicians here?”

Maureen was on the hunt for loopholes, her eyes narrowing as she searched for any chance to distract and discredit Yuna. Despite the high-profile attendees, who were notoriously disliked for their corrupt reputations, her goal was to exploit any controversy or distraction to undermine the event and embarrass Yuna.

"We have more years to go for election day. Isn't it a piece of overwhelming evidence that a kindness deed creates profoundness?"

Her beam was radiant as she responded wisely.

Maureen should practice concealing her emotions. As the camera zoomed in on her face, she looked increasingly irritated.

"Well... Let's start the eagerly anticipated bidding right away. Are you as excited to see what's inside the box as I am?" Maureen announced, extending her microphone to the audience.

'Let's see how you will maintain that stupid face of you b***h.'

Her countenance radiated a carefully crafted excitement as she leaned into her plot. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation and cunning, her smile wide and purposeful.

*Whooosh*

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, followed by a stunned silence. The grand anticipation that had filled the air turned to disbelief and confusion.

The laser stage lights, which had highlighted the boxes with an air of mystery and excitement, now cast a harsh shadow. What had been expected as rare and valuable treasures were now exposed as a collection of discarded trinkets and shabby items.

While the audience tried to process the unexpected events, the live viewers erupted with mockery, their comments filled with scathing remarks and laughing emojis. The once-charmed atmosphere of the event had turned into a chaotic scene of outrage and ridicule.

The objects hidden within the boxes differed from what Zack and Victor had prepared.

Victor, seated near the stage and hidden behind a face mask, glared with an intensity that could have cut through steel. His raven eyes seemed to promise retribution for anyone mocking Yuna. If looks could kill, his lethal stare would have already silenced all the critics.

Zack's grandfather snorted the cigar smoke as he giggled till tears welled up in his eyes. Then he clapped and dragged his chair closer to the television.

He was ecstatic with the hatred Yuna had gotten from live broadcast viewers, and he anticipated Yuna would crumble under the pressure.

"I admired your wife's ability to stand still with a confident expression. But how could she dare to auction off a collection of unknown rubbish to those people? I suppose I don't have to work much to ruin you."

Zack couldn't hide his scowl. The first item revealed was a wooden toy they had seen displayed in the treehouse. His face twisted in anger and confusion as he wondered who took it from the treehouse.

As she glanced at the screen, her expression shifted into a smirk. Her calm and composed demeanor contrasted sharply with the turmoil around her.

Victor and Zack knew that kind of smile exactly! They got butterflies in their stomachs as they knew how terrifying she could be.

"Somebody spoiled the element of surprise." As she joked, her grin remained courteous.

Yuna took the wooden toy from the box and held it up with a poised gesture. "Let's start the bidding auction," she announced.

"Here's our first item," she continued, placing the toy gently on the podium. "A charming piece, indeed. Let’s see what bids we get for it."

Yuna quickly assessed the room, noting the tension in the air and the visibly offended expressions of the attendees. She knew that no one would raise their paddle, their silence clearly showing their displeasure at being presented with what they considered trash.

Yuna's face was a canvas of deep emotion as she began to narrate the story behind the wooden toy.

"Since money is what it costs to buy something, this car toy is priceless," she started, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.

Stolen novel; please report.

"Everyone knows I am as poor as a church mouse growing up. Kids' joy is a toy. And because I had none, I created a toy for myself when I was seven. My fancy and curiosity about moving objects urged me to make a car from wooded and abandoned stock tires. That was the first toy I had my own."

Yuna's overall demeanor was one of quiet strength and grace.

"I was so happy and excited to wake up the next day to play, but I saw a kid younger than me with my toy in her hand. I wanted to take it back badly, but she cried louder than I."

Each word she spoke was laced with deep emotion, and her face reflected the shifting feelings—nostalgia, joy, and a touch of sadness.

"Someone heard us, and I felt delighted because I thought he would help me get my toy. But he said instead. "Learn to share things, especially if it's not yours." I looked at him angrily, and I yelled."But I made it, so it's mine" He beamed as he replied, "Earth and everything, Gods hold the right to all." of course, I was confused, 'Big word for a poor child who couldn't have a toy unless she made herself.'

Her voice, though delicate, carried a heartfelt resonance that captivated everyone in the room.

"Tell me the reason why you want a toy?" As he asked, he chuckled at my reaction. Then I answered. "Of course, to be happy!"

"He pointed his finger to the child who took my toy and said. "Aren't you happy looking at her smile?" Indeed. Her smile was sparkling as she was full of the joy of spring. She was like a dog with two tails running around while holding the wooden car. The little girl was rolling in her euphoria."

Yuna's face lit up with a broad, radiant smile as she described the child's ecstatic reaction.

"I felt conflicted. I wanted my toy back, but watching the kid's joy was mysterious. I didn't want to break her happiness, so I left and let her have the wooden car."

Yuna's sudden stillness caused some to assume that the story had concluded.

Suddenly, a governor in a dark navy suit, his white hair gleaming under the lights, raised his paddle. “Two hundred fifty thousand,” he shouted, breaking the silence with authority.

Yuna lifted her head and continued. "The sad news was what I heard early in the morning by the next day. Who would have guessed that would be the last moment I saw her?"

Her voice cracked as she cleared her throat, pushing through the sorrow. “Before she passed, her final words were, ‘Tell big sis 'thank you for the Christmas gift.' Angels have wings, so they don’t need a car. That’s why I’m gifting it back to her.”

She took just a few seconds to hold back her tears; afterward, Yuna painted rays of sunshine over her face as she looked at the audience.

"Her picture that burned in my memory was her brilliant smile." Yuna’s expression brightened as she spoke, her sorrow gradually giving way to something warmer, gentler. "I was most thankful to the man who assured me that the pleasantest feeling in the world isn't holding things to be happy. But to do something that makes people happy."

Her tears leaked from her eyes, but her smile was as bright as her beautiful face.

On the large TV screen, a comment flashed: "If her story doesn’t move your heart, you must have a heart of steel and don’t deserve to be human."

...

Zack's grandfather's face contorted in frustration, the deep lines of his wrinkles tightening as his hopes unraveled. He had expected Yuna to be the subject of mockery, to crumble under the crowd’s scorn, but instead, she had captured their sympathy.

"A quick-witted, b*t*h." But let's see how long she can keep that fake-ass smile on."

He forced a laugh as he poured a full glass of tequila. He was prideful in showing his grandson how frustrated he was that the junk he wanted to trample was shining.

On the other hand, Zack recalled Yuna’s response when he had asked her why she had placed a piece of wood on the coffee table next to the bed in the treehouse. “She’s sunshine,” she had said with a wistful sigh.

'F*ck! 'Who's the rat who entered our residence!'

It enraged him that someone penetrated the gate, considering their house was one of the most difficult to access due to their quantity of expert security.

...

“My husband is both compassionate and generous. Zack has more to him than just a brilliant mind and a kind heart.” Yuna’s eyes shone with admiration.

She turned to face the screen and presented the logo for the web application. The design featured a perfect blue circle with a red ladybug in the center. As the image zoomed in, it displayed the five moons with different colors. The name "GoBee" was elegantly written in cursive letters, styled to resemble delicate antennae.

“Zack created this application inspired by my story, aiming to spread happiness.”

The warmth in her demeanor made the announcement feel personal and uplifting, enhancing the impact of the good news she was delivering.

Yuna’s eyes flickered towards Victor, and she turned back to the audience with a confident smile. “For a more detailed explanation of the application, I’m pleased to introduce someone who can provide deeper insights. Please welcome Victor, who will walk you through the exciting features and benefits of GoBee.”

Except for those present during the meeting with Lucas, most people believed that Victor Green was merely a scary story or modern horror tale.

Rumor had it that Roman Green, the most dangerous person and a leader of the notorious dark organization, had a perfect killing tool to eliminate whoever his target was.

Victor Green's name was made public after the prime minister of one of the communist countries publicly vowed to destroy Roman Green; he was killed the next day on his property while bedding his four mistresses.

The ladies claimed that the prime minister called the assassin by his name, Victor Green, and they described him as the embodiment of a young devil as he fought the elite guards with only a breadknife.

Except for his extremely dark eyes, which were as terrifying as a hellhound that would drag you into the pit of hell, none of his skin or clothes weren't covered in crimson blood. The tale was made even more frightening by the fact that none of the guards who fought him were killed, though they were seriously wounded. But the prime minister was so viciously slaughtered that he was unrecognizable.

Several years later, Zack announced the launch of his own software development and pharmaceutical company with Victor Green as a partner, whom he claimed to be "his best friend."