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

urging him to raise

Keep bidding—don't lose to

snorted as he raised his

hers too. "2.5 billion! Go on, challenge

ire was stoked, given the raised pitch in her

how important the Hyperion Root was for

being childish—he was simply bent on getting that

announced, her visage

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

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when Frank put a

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