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    “What’s that idiot showing off for now?” Davina leaned toward Christina and muttered with a sneer, her eyes rolling in pure contempt. “Just watch. I’ll top him with a bid of a hundred million.”


    Davina was about to raise her paddle when someone else jumped in ahead of her. And not just one, but two. “One hundred and twenty million.”


    “One hundred and thirty million.”


    The atmosphere in the venue electrified as two private rooms began volleying sky-high bids. The sheer leap in numbers made it clear that the bidders inside those rooms were swimming in serious money.


    Once the heavy hitters from those rooms stepped into the game, most of the audience acknowledged that they might as well bow out. The vast majority of the attendees didn’t have the firepower to go up against the elite tucked away in those private rooms upstairs. If they did, they would’ve been seated there from the start. Exceptions didn’te along often.


    Strangely, the power yers in those two rooms hadn’t shown interest in anything earlier. But now, they were suddenly both going after the same emerald ne. What was so special about it? Was there something about the ne that nobody else knew?<fn8e6b> Discover more novels at f?ndnovel</fn8e6b>


    Brendon’s cocky grin dissolved, reced by a brooding scowl as his fists clenched in silent rage. He didn’t see anything particrly remarkable about the ne, so why the sudden bidding war from the big leagues? If they had stayed out of it, he could’ve bagged it for under a hundred million.


    He shot a sullen re in Christina’s direction, just in time to catch her and Davinaughing together. For some reason, he convinced himself they wereughing at him. His temper red, clouding whatever reason he had left.


    “One hundred and forty million!” he growled through gritted teeth, his hand jerking the paddle upward. His jaw was tight, and his entire body was tense with stubborn resolve.


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    He had made a big, bold promise to Ynda—that he’d win her that emerald ne. More than anything, he wanted to see the look on Christina’s face when he handed it over to Ynda. There was no way he was going to back down now. Whatever it took, he had to make a move. Maybe if he pushed just a little harder, he could still snag the winning bid. Failing to keep his word to Ynda would be downright disgraceful.


    “One hundred and fifty million,” Terrence called out inside his private room, his voice as calm andzy as ever.


    “Brendon, please stop. It’s not worth it. The price is way too high,” Ynda said in a trembling voice, clutching his sleeve. “Let it go. We should wait for the next items.”


    This time, she wasn’t trying to manipte him with false concern. She was genuinely panicked. She worried Brendon would lose all sense and end up going toe-to-toe with the two titans in the private rooms upstairs—people they really couldn’t afford to offend.


    And even if he managed to win the emerald ne, there was a real chance he’d end up missing out on the painting Feathers of the Divine because of a funding shortfall. That would cost them far more than they stood to gain, not to mention the risk of offending the two heavyweights in the private rooms. All in all, if Brendon kept pushing forward with the bidding, it would turn into nothing short of a colossal blunder.


    The painting offered resources and value no emerald ne could rival—not even ten of them stacked together. Ynda knew which prize was truly worth fighting for. That was why it terrified her to see Brendon spiraling like this, so consumed by wounded pride and misced fury.


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