Chapter 243
The second bottle of perfume started at a cool ten million, with each bid needing to be at least three hundred thousand more than the
last.
The moment the host finished speaking, the crowd went wild.
“Twelve million!”
“Thirteen million!”
“Sixteen million!”
“Nineteen million!”
When the bidding hit nineteen million, Flora couldn’t help herself and looked towards the voice. Squinting through the crowd, she spotted two men wearing masks. She was startled–Raul and Henrik were here.
Raul and Henrik wanted to snag the perfume for Flora. She loved dabbling with different scents, and even though they didn’t get it, they thought buying her a bottle would make her day.
Besides Flora, someone else recognized Henrik’s voice.
“Hey, doesn’t that voice sound familiar? Like someone from the Irving family?” Yvonne frowned deeply.
Wade turned to the source of the voice, and when he saw Raul and Henrik, his gaze turned icy. He had suffered so much at the hands of the Irving family that he could recognize them even if they were wearing masks.
Indeed, it was them.
What a small world, running into them here.
They wanted Séraphine’s perfume? As long as he was around, they could forget about it. Wade might not have much, but he was loaded, definitely richer than the Irving family.
“Thirty–one million!”
In no time, the price had skyrocketed.
“Thirty–three million!” Henrik called out.
No sooner had he finished than another voice countered, “Forty million!”
“Forty–two million,” Henrik shot back.
That same deep male voice followed, “Forty–five million!”
Slowly, the competition thinned out. Only Henrik and Wade remained in the game. It was obvious to everyone–they were rivals.
At first, Henrik didn’t care, but he soon felt the hostility. He glanced at Wade, meeting his challenging gaze.
Henrik’s eyes darkened, thinking it was just his luck to run into an enemy.
“What’s the matter? Out of cash?” Wade taunted when Henrik didn’t continue bidding, his voice dripping with mockery.
In a private room on the third floor, Flora’s eyes narrowed. She pulled out her phone and dialed Crimson.
Down below, Wade kept jeering, “If you’re broke, why even come to an auction? Don’t embarrass yourself, just go home.” His words were so harsh that even the crowd found it uncomfortable, but no one spoke up, not wanting to invite trouble.
Right then, the host, who had been on stage, received a call and then announced loudly, “Ladies and gentlemen, please quiet down. There’s been a little issue with the auction. According to the higher–ups, we’ve decided to give this bottle of perfume to these two gentlemen!”
As soon as the host finished, staff members walked up to Raul and Henrik, handing them the perfume.
The room fell into stunned silence. The smile on Wade’s face froze instantly.
