The starting price of this luxury car belonging to Lucile was 30 million with an increment of a million for every bid. Vincent hiked up the price to 40 million in a single go, while Taylor merely increased the price by a million. The implication of this was rather obvious.

Vincent cast a glance in Michael’s direction. He’d been long since aware of Michael’s identity as Mark’s biological grandson and a descendant of the Fletcher Family. However, he’d never cared a whit about him. After all, Mark’s influence was limited to the military, and Michael wasn’t in the military, so he wasn’t worth a damn.

Seemingly sensing his gaze on him, Michael looked in his direction. His eyes were gleaming as though he was resolute to win, and beside him, Scarlett seemed to be harboring some kind of expectation as well.

Just after he’d called out his bid, another person raised his bidder card. “42 million.” The person who bid was the heir of a particular European conglomerate, a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes.

“43 million.”

“44 million.”

There were successive bids, all by people who boasted an impressive background. Besides, all of them were men. While this car might be contrary to men’s tastes, all who bid on it were men. At a single glance, one could tell that some were bidding for their female companions, such as Vincent and Michael, while some had their sights on the car’s former owner.

Rumor had it that Fass’ daughter, Lucile, was breathtakingly beautiful and was only in her early 20s, yet to be married. Regretfully, she kept an extremely low profile and wore a mask during all her appearances. If one could make the acquaintance of this superbly fair, wealthy, and stunning lady and start a relationship with her, one’s entire family would be spared several years of struggle. Thus, many European celebrities and royalty flew over from Europe and America just to attend this auction. This auction was destined to be a bloodbath, for it wasn’t only a car, but also a chance to make the acquaintance of the eldest young lady of the Michel Family!

Vincent had known that it’d be a financial battle from the beginning itself, so he again whipped out his bidder card. “50 million!”

The crowd went into an uproar. It’s just been a mere few rounds, yet the bid has gone up by more than ten million!

 

However, there were still people who continued bidding despite it being 50 million. “51 million.” Michael raised his bidder card.

European royal prince who called

 

was a prince from a country rich with oil in the Middle

save the middlemen fee if he got it from Sophia directly. Thus, he was merely playing the game

over the crowd. With his utmost confidence as the Young Master of the Mitchell Family, he squeezed the slightly anxious Faye’s petite hand

at Sandra out of the corner of her eye, only to see that her eyes were blazing with jealousy. However, Ian knew that Vincent was determined to win the bid for the car today, so he’d

drop in the bucket.” This amount was actually quite taxing to him, but

up, but still, some persevered. Of those, some were merely hiking up the price, while others were truly wealthy. “61 million.” This was from Michael who was driving

who was likewise driving

the truly

was the truly wealthy oil prince from the

the Mitchell Family looking on, not to mention Michael whom he looked down

a breath. The Mitchell Family is

his bid, he always followed with an increase of

to the European conglomerate stopped bidding, but the

the next moment, Harry

who’d authoritatively started bidding, and his fiancée was even looking on beside

up and said, “91 million.” Again, it was one million more,

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