Chapter 266 Tense Standoff


    The red-haired woman faced the crowd''s intense stares with poise, her mysterious smile leaving her motives undisclosed.


    Zayn nearly let the gavel slip from his grasp, shocked, but his professional training quickly regained hisposure.


    He cleared his throat, steadying himself before asking, “Does anyone have a bid over


    five hundred million?"


    Jacob confidently raised his paddle, dering, "Six hundred million!"


    Without skipping a beat, the red-haired woman said, "Seven hundred million!"


    Jacob nced over at her as she sat in his row, her smile brimming with challenge as she waved yfully.


    A slight crease formed on Jacob''s forehead. After receiving a quick directive through his earpiece, he confidently eximed, "Eight hundred million!"


    The bidding frenzy escted, shocking Zayn.


    While the typical increments were ten million, these two escted by a staggering


    hundred million each time.


    This was truly a disy where money did all the talking.


    The woman''s lips twisted into a bright smile as she called out confidently, "Nine


    hundred million."


    From a secluded VIP room, Corrine watched with a hint of chill in her gaze.


    "Looks like tonight might not go as you hoped," Nate said.


    With a defiant lift of her eyebrows, Corrine''s face took on an expression of fierce determination. "We''ll just see about that."


    She then reached for herptop, swiftly transferring a billion to her ount, ready


    for


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    the next move.


    In another VIP room, the blond man watched the bidding unfold with surprise. He mused to himself about the hidden depths of those involved.


    "Lyhaton does have quite a few powerhouses," he said quietly, his smile subtle and unreadable. "Yet, some still underestimate what''s ahead."


    His crew-cutpanion felt a surge of sympathy for the opposing bidder.


    His boss was known for always securing his desires.


    Going against his boss was a daring, maybe even reckless, decision.


    At the auction, the tense standoff between the red-haired woman and Jacob persisted.


    "One billion!" the red-haired woman announced confidently, her posture defiant.


    A chill seemed to pass over Jacob''s features, his gaze turning cold.


    This sum was way beyond what Corrine had allocated for the auction.


    Regardless of the red-haired woman''s intentions-whether spiteful or sincere-the bid now surpassed Corrine''s financial limit.


    His stare intensified as he looked at her.


    With a challenging lift of her eyebrow, the woman''s arrogant presence was unmistakable, even from afar.


    Zayn, momentarily caught off guard, quickly recovered, raising his gavel to ask, "Do we have a higher bid than one billion?"


    Silence enveloped the room. Zayn continued, "One billion going once! One billion going twice! One billion..."


    His voice grew louder, each word ringing with an eerie rity that filled the hall.


    At that moment, the doors to the hall burst open.


    All heads turned toward the entrance.


    A man with graying hair and a serious expression entered, carrying a tray that prominently disyed a ck gold card.


    The shock was evident not only on Zayn''s face on stage but also among the seated mid-level members.


    A whisper swept through the crowd. "Is that a ck gold card?"


    As the question hung in the air, a wave of disbelief swept over the attendees.