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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 219
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Chapter 221 There was a tabroad when someone had been willing to put down a billion dollars, desperate to acquire a single Vitaflux pill, and still cup empty-handed.

Money alone couldn't buy this drug; anyone who managed to get their hands on it had to have extraordinary connections or access to exclusive channels.

Just this fact alone made the atmosphere in the room shift tically. The guests' attitudes toward Citrine underwent a complete turnaround.

Even if they couldn't win her favor, no one wanted to risk offending Ms. Carmichael. The resources and connections she possessed could mean the difference between life and death in a crisis.

Everyone present was wealthy and influential, and when Citrine announced she would be auctioning off the pill, excitement rippled through the crowd.

For some, this was a life-saving chance; a precious cure for a sick loved one. For others, it was the promise of longevity-something priceless to bring hto an aging parent or grandparent, even if their family was in perfect health.

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No one was immune to temptation.

Under dozens of hopeful, burning gazes, Citrine parted her lips and spoke, "Starting bid: five hundred million." Vitaflux was legendary, nearly impossible to obtain, and no one dared haggle. In fact, no one even thought the price unreasonable. To them, the mere fact this miracle drug was being auctioned tonight made them feel like fortune's favorite.

Citrine had barely finished her words before the first bid rang out.

"Ms. Carmichael, six hundred million," called an elderly gentleman in a crisp suit, his hair silver at the temples. "Six-fifty!" another voice chimed in.

"Seven hundred million." "Eight hundred million." The bids cone after another, voices overlapping, filling the hall with restless energy.

Citrine and Weston Carmichael, Raymond's father, stood at the heart of the crowd, surrounded by eager faces and rising excitement.

By contrast, Elbert was left in a pocket of quiet, with only his grandchildren and Regina Carmichael for company.

As the numbers soared ever higher, Elbert's face grew paler, regret flickering in his eyes.

He needed that pill-needed it desperately. He couldn't let anyone else walk away with it. With that thought, Elbert pushed his way into the throng.

He glanced at Citrine, whose expression was cool and unyielding, then turned to Weston.

"Weston, old friend, about earlier-I misunderstood your granddaughter," he said, voice tinged with remorse. If he'd known what kind of treasure she intended to give him, he would never have refused her gift.

The regret gnawed at Elbert as he looked at Weston, hope shining in his eyes, silently pleading for help a mediator, perhaps.

"If f you know it was a misunderstanding, then you should apologize to Citrine," Weston replied with a cold snort, refusing to meet his gaze.

His tone was sharp, his face drawn. He was still reeling from the shock of seeing his own granddaughter so casually produce a Vitaflux pill, and now she was auctioning it off before a crowd.

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That pill was nothing less than a miracle, a source of new life and extended years -something the m richest people in the world would kill int to possess. And here she was, selling it as if it were nothing. The thought alone made Weston's heart ache. But he couldn't undermine his own granddaughter in public, so he forced himself to let her be.

"Apologize?" Elbert's forced smile almost slipped off his face at Weston's words.

A man of his age apologizing to someone so much younger-if word got out, he'd be a laughingstock.

"Weston, we've been friends for decades. At least givea little dignity here" Elbert tried, appealing to their long friendship. Weston's brow furrowed. He waved a hand dismissively. "If you're not willing, then forget it." His expression turned cold.

To think Elbert expected to smooth things over with Citrine without so much as an apology-all for the sake of a miracle drug.

Weston had always admired Elbert for his straightforwardness, bytm tonight, seeing him like this, he F realized how little that friendship meant when push cto shove.