PopularNovelChapter 350: By now, the live stream had attracted over ten thousand viewers, with comments flying in, srooting for Errol's fiancée, others casting aspersions on the occupants in the No. 2 private room.
Before the host could announce that the harp went to the No. 1 private room, another bid was made.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith a look of feigned helplessness, Errol's fiancée sighed, "Another bid? Probably just another few hundred thousand dollars to annoy me." No sooner had Errol's fiancée spoken than a shout echoed through the auction house. "No. 2 private room continues to bid! The price has now reached twenty million dollars!" The smile on Errol's fiancée's face instantly vanished. Kallie was puzzled and stared at Mr. Jack in disbelief. Yet, Mr. Jack remained composed, as if his bid was nothing substantial.
"Mr. Jack... May I know why you bid?" Kallie couldn't resist asking.
Mr. Jack leaned back, resting his chin on his hand as he gazed out the window. Hidden behind his mask, his expression was obscured, but his tone was unmistakably light.
"Is it so hard to understand? I aim to bid for what I desire. The bid from the No. 1 private room was incrementally increased by two hundred thousand, which I find tediously slow." Kallie opened her mouth to respond but then hesitated, settling instead for a forced smile. "I simply felt the harp is hardly worth twenty million." Despite its antiquity, the harp showed signs of tampering, diminishing its original value significantly. But Mr. Jack merely shook his head. "The actual value doesn't concern me. What matters is its worth to me." As expected, the No. 1 private room continued to bid.
Your next story is here gVlMr. Jack gestured nonchalantly, "Thirty million." Another bid from the No. 1 private room soon came. "Forty million!" Mr. Jack announced.
Kallie savored her tea as she watched the play unfold. It wasn't her money being spent, so she felt no concern. Meanwhile, her thoughts lingered on Mr. Jack, wondering if he was indeed the person she suspected. If that were the case, how had he accumulated such wealth? To him, spending millions seemed as trivial as water spilling over.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn the No. 1 private room, anger flushed Errol's fiancée's face fiery red, while cold sweat drenched her back. "Lunatic! Nuts!" she muttered under her breath. How could a restored harp fetch forty million? It was total madness.
Fearing financial ruin, Errol's fiancée dared not place another bid. Even if she added another hundred thousand as she did previously, the amount was too staggeringly high, far surpassing the harp's worth.
Reluctantly, Errol's fiancée withdrew from the bidding, convinced that Kallie had provoked her deliberately. "Bitch!" she hissed, hurling her cup to the floor in a fit of rage. The butler hastily shifted the camera away, preventing the live stream from capturing the fiancée's irate expression.
An idea struck the butler as he rubbed his chin. "Miss, that woman didn't seem well-off/XHow could she afford so much money? I suspect her funds might be from dubious sources."
Errol's fiancée caught the implication in the butler's gaze, and her eyes welled up with tears as she aimed her face at the screen of the ongoing live stream. "Are you suggesting Errol funds her? That's unthinkable. Errol has always been good to me. Despite the advances of numerous women, he remains a man of integrity."
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