Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 345: New rules and guidelines.

"There is seriously something wrong with Dickson and his mother, its more than narcissism, I don’t even have a name for it." Phoebe shot David a probing gaze. "There is no lunacy gene in your family, is there?"

"No." he answered in a slightly outraged voice, "Those two are just crazy, aunt Maggie is greedy and vain, she raised Dickson to be exactly just like her, he is a mama’s boy with a big ego and even bigger imagination and persecution complex. How is that puppet coming along?"

"Seamlessly, by the time Ruth returns Dickson will be under our control." She waved her empty wine glass, gesturing for a new to be brought.

Once she had it in hand, they moved to the actual venue of the auction which was a hall adjustment to the museum and art gallery.

It had been redecorated to match the planned event for the day, some art pieces were on the walls, most were eerie, the artist had used a blood and death theme.

Other than that, the lay out of the hall was meticulously planned, the chairs faced a sleek podium at the front. Behind the podium was a large high-definition digital display screen that would showcase the items up for bid with details like history and real time bidding information. For now, it was showing a documentary on a new artist whose works the museum was promoting.

Soft rays of light that emanated from the chandeliers cast a warm glow over the main auction area. As for the silk clad fancy looking chairs, touch screen pads were placed on each for those that wished to make their bids anonymously or read up on the items available for auction.

"Oh, wow they went all out in creating a lovely atmosphere, it feels like I am attending an awards show." She sniffed the air softly. "I can smell a lot of money."

David chuckled; in this life he had never met a person that loves money more than Phoebe. "That’s because the richest people in Fog are in attendance tonight, these people have old money that has been in their families for generations." He led her to the Mayfair table ignoring signals from his mother who wanted them to sit with the Saxons.

"Sit, sit it’s about to begin." Aunt Maureen waved the auction puddle as the light grew dimmer. She scanned David, he had matured and become a fine man, the last time she had seen him in person, he was half her height and stubborn to boot. But he had matured into a handsome and elegant man that was very protective and kind of obsessed with his girlfriend. Her niece had really outdone herself by nailing him, she thought.

"I can’t believe she has the guts to show up." David whispered to Phoebe.

She looked in the direction he was pointing and saw Dorothy Cook.

"Well, corruption is not reason enough to be banned from the founding families or exiled from functions related to the society. But I agree she has guts." Phoebe eyed Dorothy with disdain. "If I was her, I would be out of the country and on my vacation home somewhere on an island, surrounded by hot cabana boys."

Somehow, Phoebe’s words reached Jennie who bent forward and hissed at her.

"I am kidding mom." She laughed.

Edward shivered, "I am living in a nightmare, we should reverse time and make you a baby again." he joked.

"What the hell is a cabana boy?" David asked.

Barely had the question left his mouth when aunt Maureen and Luna showed everyone images of hot cabana boys on their phones.

"You should really visit...." Aunt Maureen started.

"No." Grandma Mayfair and Jennie both said at the same time, startling aunt Maureen whose phone fell down.

While the guests settled in and chattered with excitement, the auctioneer who was dressed in an immaculate tuxedo like most of the men in the hall, moved to the fore front and stood behind the podium.

His gloved hand pointed at the screen, and he briefly explained the history of the wrecked ship which had been retrieved from deep in the ocean on the island of Cantana Bay.

The screen showed footage of the excavation of the shipwreck, it was a ten-minute video, and everyone maintained silence as they watched. Their hearts picked up speed when they saw old boxes being removed from the remains.

"Here we go." Aunt Maureen whispered loudly as she leaned forward.

The auctioneer clapped once. "You should know that no one, not even the members of the council have seen the contents of the shipwreck. It should be noted that going forward all relics and items sold cannot be resold without permission from the council. For this reason, once a year, experts will visit the lucky winners of the bids to inspect and ascertain that these things are still in your possession."

Murmurs of disagreement rose from the congregation that didn’t like the fact that they needed permission from the council to sell their legally acquired belongings.

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"Furthermore, going forward, if at any point an item is sold and later the council realizes that it is related to any of the expelled families or has unsavory history then the council will be obligated to collect it back and your money will be returned."

The sharp minds realized by unsavory history he meant magic kind of history. The auctioneer’s words were meet with slight resistance, but he stressed that those were the new rules and guidelines.

Rex Chapman walked to the pulpit. "Ladies and gentlemen those that feel uncomfortable with the new rules can march out smartly. If not, then please maintain order such that we can proceed." His words elicited silence as the disgruntled murmurs died down.

The chests found on the ship were brought in one by one, five in total.

David leaned towards Phoebe and whispered. "Baby if you like anything just tell me and I will buy it." A sweet smile grew on his lips.

Phoebe nodded; the one thing she liked better than making money was spending someone else’s money.

Five world renowned experts in different field like archeology, geology and mythical studies joined the auctioneer. The first chest was opened, there was nothing special apart from dump papers clamped together. The ink had almost vanished and there was no way of knowing what was once written on them.

The auctioneer called for the bidding for them to begin. " The bidding for these old texts will begin at 100,000 Fog dollars." He said as the helpers carefully placed them on a silver tray.

"Is he serious?" Phoebe chuckled.

The auctioneer’s words had people laughing including Andre.

"Who would buy that garbage at that price." Hardly had the words left his mouth when grandpa Saxon raised his paddle.

"One hundred thousand."

Murmurs shadowed by curiosity came from the crowd as they began to make their own bids.

"If Rufus Saxon is interested in them then they must be important." One said as he raised his paddle.

The Saxon spirit winced, "Something is very strange about those chests. I do not know what it is but I find it odd that I cannot see through all the contents inside."

The damp papers were taken by a man that was familiar to Phoebe, she had met him once. He was Dean Morrel, the acting headmaster of the Moldove founding Academy. He bought them at the price of two million fog dollars.

Next the auctioneer revealed a hat, it was long and sharp tipped like one worn by old witches in movies.

"The bid starts at 200,000." He showed all sides of it and even flipped it to show the insides of it.

The Saxon spirit narrowed its eyes and said to Phoebe. "That’s the sleeper’s hat, it’s a magical object but I feel no magic coming from it."