NovelEnglishChapter 241 Many superstitious folks, chasing the dream of eternal youth, would brew broths from dragon bones. Though it was just a superstition, carrying ground dragon bones close to one's body did seem to bring sbenefits. · "Three million six hundred thousand!" A voice rang out from the second floor.
Upon hearing it, Flora frowned slightly and peered through the window to the second floor. It was Jordan. Even though he was wearing a mask, Flora recognized him instantly. She raised an eyebrow, amused by his audacity to attend an auction hosted by Club 257.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Three million six hundred thousand and one dollar!" Flora called out casually.
Ray, who was sipping on a soda, spat it out, and the room erupted in laughter. "Ha! One dollar! What a joker!" "I can't believe it. Does this girl have a grudge against the man from before?" Bidding up by a single dollar was clearly a slap in the face. The rooms on the third floor were specially soundproofed, so no one could tell where Flora's voice was coming from.
Jordan felt the sting of the insult. "Iif you wish to raise the bid, do so properly. What is the meaning of raising it by just one dollar?" "Has anyone said you can't raise the bid by just one dollar?" Flora retorted.
The crowd, after sthought, realized the auctioneer had indeed forgotten to mention any rule against it. Still, the attendees were either wealthy or noble, and none would foolishly raise by just one dollar. The auctioneer, though surprised by the move, naturally sided with her own. With a light cough, she stated, “The guest is correct; we did not specify that one cannot raise the bid by just one dollar. The auction continues." Jordan was so angry he could barely breathe straight. "Three million seven hundred thousand!" "Three million seven hundred thousand and one dollar," Flora replied nonchalantly.
Jordan trembled with rage. "Four million!" "Four million and one dollar." "Four million five hundred thousand!" "Four million five hundred thousand and one dollar." Jordan as fuming. He had cto the auction to buy a gift for Grandpa Josiah, knowing the item was special at first glance. He intended to purchase it to curry favor with Grandpa Josiah, as he was currently staying with the Bryant family. Search the Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
Little did he know, a persistent girl would cout of nowhere to deliberately oppose him! "Five million!" He continued to bid.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Five million and one dollar," Flora said, her slow, feminine voice following him.
A calculating light flashed in Jordan's eyes. He smirked coldly. Trying to drive up the price, was she? Fine! He would make her regret it! "Six million!" he shouted, speeding up his speech to give her no tto react.
As expected, right after he finished, her voice responded. "Six million and one dollar!" "Seven million!" "Seven million and one dollar!"
"Seventy million!" Jordan's chest vibrated intensely with those decisive words. He excitedly awaited the voice He to challenge again. However, there was no further bid.
The auctioneer, almost too eager to finish, took the stage. "Are there any more bids? Seventy million once, seventy million twice, seventy million thrice! Sold!"
The final gavel strike felt like it hit directly on Grandpa Josiah's heart, leaving his mind blank. X
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