Sif could feel her guts squirming, especially when someone asked Frank loudly if he would sell the


    Hale Marrow for 50 billion dors.


    Two hundred million for 50 billion—it went without saying that Frank had made a killing!


    She would havepeted 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 time to p 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 I 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 treasure, and much rarer than the Five Elemental Wonders.


    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 stctite. which


    Frank had seen all along that contained nothing.


    After all, he needed to make sure that Sif would not ruin his ns.


    To no surprise, Sif really bid for the milk-white stctite, 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 time he made a bid, fulfilling his


    objective.


    It was an borate scheme, but if Frank had not nned 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 dor 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 p in her face and then some.


    She had spent 5.5 billion dors 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.


    "Well, I''m not interested in the other items. And Ms. Lionheart, I 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 came to her senses.


    Holding out her palm at Frank, she growled icily, "Hand it over."


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    "What?" Frank raised his brow in surprise. "May I ask what you want me to hand over?"


    "Stop being glib. You know what I 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!