Sif could feel her guts squirming, especially when someone asked Frank loudly if he would sell the Hale Marrow
for 50 billion dollars.
Two hundred million for 50 billion—it went without saying that Frank had made a killing!
She would have competed against Frank's bid to the bid if she had known the devilry growing inside that hale
pearl, and she certainly regretted not doing it now!
If she could, she would travel back in tto slap herself twice!
Just then, Trevor was clicking his tongue gleefully. "How about that, Ms. Lionheart? To think that your family sold
the Hale Marrow to the Leaf family for just two hundred thousand. All | can say to that is... Tut, tut."
Frank was feeling buoyed too, and he was rarely happy about anything—the Hale Marrow was an extremely rare
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Forget healing himself—they would make a booming business in Mark Lane's farm with this!
In fact, he had seen the sprout within the hale pearl from the start. It was why he made a bid for the Hyperion
Root despite noticing that it was underdeveloped—not only was there something better, but he had sharply
noticed that Sif already had beef with him and was definitely going to bid against him just for the heck of it.
Hence, he created a feint, telling Trevor to go all out and make a bid for the milk-white stalactite. which Frank
had seen all along that contained nothing.
After all, he needed to make sure that Sif would not ruin his plans.
To no surprise, Sif really bid for the milk-white stalactite, so Frank kept luring her at every step of the way until
she fell into the trap he prepared.
And after tricking her once, he knew Sif would be more wary the next the made a bid, fulfilling his objective.
It was an elaborate scheme, but if Frank had not planned to swindle Sif from the start, he would be paying
through the nose for the Hale Marrow instead.
"So, Ms. Lionheart. Do you think my 200 million dollar pearl is worth the money now?"
Frank asked, smiling at Sif. "Or to put it another way. Who's the real clown here?"
Sif was silent—everything she said against Frank earlier was now a slap in her face and then some.
She had spent 5.5 billion dollars to buy two pieces of junk, while Frank only spent 200 million to buy a priceless
treasure.
The gap between them—and who the real clown was in this issue—was all too clear.
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"Well, I'm not interested in the other items. And Ms. Lionheart, | thank your family for providing such a treasure.
I'll see you around."
Frank chuckled and started to leave the auction hall with Trevor.
"Stop!" Sif snapped as she cto her senses.
Holding out her palm at Frank, she growled icily, "Hand it over."
"What?" Frank raised his brow in surprise. "May | ask what you wantto hand over?"
"Stop being glib. You know what | want!" Sif bellowed coldly. "The Lionhearts demand the Hale Marrow. State
your price!"
Since it was a treasure like no other, Sif knew her brother would improve further if she got it for him.
And she was not about to miss out on such providence!