Meanwhile, Jenny was looking around. "Lady Lionheart's bid stands at 3 billion. Do I hear another bid?"

Trevor was frowning but stayed silent instead of continuing to compete against Sif.

Sif mistook it as Trevor showing weakness and was unable to compete further.

Smiling with smug disdain, she asked, "Why the silence? Go on, keep bidding—let's see how much dough you have, challenging us Lionhearts."

"Actually, you can have it since you like it,” Frank suddenly said quietly.

If anything, buying an underdeveloped Hyperion Root at three billion dollars only proved Sif's immaturity and experience.

"I can have it?" Sif snorted, folding her arms before her chest. "Pretty words, but just admit you can't afford it. Do I really need your handouts? How shameless can you be?"

refrained from arguing, since

Sif annoyed, and his smile

Frank submit to the monumental pressure and frightening deep pockets of her

that really upsetted

to keep harassing him—if she did, it would show everyone how petty she was, and

she returned to

narrowed his eyes, the frustration in

red cloth to reveal a white stalactite as

Frank's face fell when

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