Chapter 131

Chapter 131:
Echoes of their earlier conversation still circled in Brandon’s mind.
Her soft words seemed to carry a power that unsettled the heart—dangerous, yet impossible to resist. No matter how hard he tried, Brandon couldn’t see her face, but he sensed her eyes lingering on him.
Over in seat 823, Millie watched Brandon with perfect composure.
“Bidder 888 is raising the bid to six million!” The auctioneer’s voice rang out, barely able to contain his excitement. “Anyone want to go higher? Please, feel free to keep bidding!”
A round of eye rolls swept through the audience below. Who would even dare continue at this point? This tanzanite was only worth a million at best. Even 1.2 million would have been steep.
Now, the bidding had soared far beyond its value—and angering Brandon wasn’t worth the risk.
That left just one person in the running, the woman sitting in seat 823. Every eye in the room snapped back to the same spot on the second floor.
Everyone saw it—her hand appeared once again. With silvery nails and smooth skin, the hand lifted the paddle with calm assurance.
A ripple of shock ran through the crowd. The auctioneer paused for a moment but then finally announced with excitement, “Bidder 823 continues, offering ten million!”
Ten million dollars!
That was unbelievable! The price had increased tenfold! Official source is.net
Shock rippled through the crowd, and for a couple of seconds, nobody said a word. Then the silence broke, and the place exploded with frantic voices.
“She’s still bidding!”
“Whoever’s at Seat 823 really wants to go head-to-head with Brandon!”
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“That takes some nerve!”
“Are we about to witness something historic here?”
“I bet Brandon’s never had anyone push him like this!”
Voices echoed all over, nearly drowning out every other sound.
Vivian shot a glare toward Seat 823, her jaw tight with frustration. She was struggling to figure out Serena’s endgame.
An idea flashed in her eyes. After a moment, she turned her back to Brandon, careful not to draw attention, and quietly typed out a message to someone.
On the other side, Brandon lifted his hand again.
“Bidder number 888 is still in the running. The new offer is twelve million dollars!” the auctioneer called out.
“Twelve million—now it’s twelve times the original!”
“Gosh, this is crazy! How far will this go? Will she keep pushing?”
A single piece of tanzanite was now worth twelve million dollars!
Excitement swept across the entire hall, and the spotlights focused on the two second-floor seats. Everyone was whispering to one another.
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