Trevor was certainly not afraid since Frank was backing him up.

While he would give Sif and her widespread connections a wide berth on any other day, things were different now—seated beside him was the only son of Godwin Lawrence, Lord of the Southern Woods.

Who were the Lionhearts in comparison?

"Fine. If that's your game, I'll play along!"

Sif sneered, repressing her rage as she raised her paddle. "Bid, 2 billion!"

The hall was left in an uproar at the number Sif shouted.

As expected of the Lionhearts and their deep pockets—they could shout such an astronomical number without batting an eye!

"Ms. Lionheart has called 2 billion!" Jenny exclaimed cheerfully on stage

at Frank, urging him to raise Sif in her

on! Keep bidding—don't lose to

he

billion! Go on, challenge my coffers. I

her ire was stoked, given the raised pitch in her

billion.” Trevor kept bidding, knowing how important

not just being childish—he was simply bent on getting

Sif announced,

she had all the money in the world, and she was certainly eager to see how far those two

“3b

was about to raise his paddle when Frank put a hand on his arm, stopping

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