Chapter 135

Chapter 135:
Napier wasted no time. “Bidder 888 stands at eighteen million dollars. Is there anyone willing to go higher?” The weight of his words seemed to hang over the room.
Once again, all eyes returned to the masked woman. Would she actually push the bidding any further? If she raised the amount yet again, could she handle the consequences of that choice?
Eighteen million dollars meant little to someone like Brandon, whose fortune was practically limitless. He could easily choose to match or outdo her bid, especially if it meant putting more money toward charitable causes.
To Brandon, this sum barely made a dent. His personal contributions to charity in the past year alone had already reached well over a billion. These included scholarships, projects for rural development, medical support for sick children, disaster relief, specialized schools, and many different funds. Some donations had come from him alone or in his and his wife’s names. Meanwhile, the Watson Group had supported an even wider range of charitable programs.
With all that wealth, Brandon might feel slighted enough to drive the price even higher, just to make things difficult for the woman across from him, or to tarnish her reputation.
Would she still be brave enough to make another move?
The air was thick with tension as the crowd stared at the masked woman, waiting for her next step.
Then, without the slightest hint of hesitation, she calmly lifted her right hand once more.
Napier’s announcement rang through the hall. “Bidder 823 has offered twenty million dollars!”
Instantly, the mood in the room shifted. People looked at the masked woman with new eyes. She had to be out of her mind. Did she genuinely have no fear at all? Her rival was none other than Brandon.
Brandon had made it clear that he would not stop until the tanzanite belonged to him.
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“Bidder 823 puts forward twenty million dollars. Do I hear anything higher?” Napier asked, steering the spotlight toward Brandon, yet every gaze remained fixed on the woman behind the mask.
Many thought she had completely lost her mind. Most guests had the means to bid twenty million, considering only the most affluent and influential had been invited, but none felt they could match her boldness.
A chill flickered in Brandon’s gaze. He recognized her actions for what they were—a direct challenge. With every confident and seemingly playful bid, she was testing him. This was not just about showing off wealth or power; it was about pushing the limits of his patience, as well as his authority as head of the Watson Group.
Brandon did not hesitate. He raised his right hand again.
“Bidder 888 is increasing the offer to twenty-five million dollars!” Shock rippled through the crowd. Twenty-five million dollars! Nobody in the room had imagined the bidding would reach such heights, except perhaps for one person.
“Bidder 888 is offering twenty-five million dollars. Is there anyone prepared to bid higher?” Napier called out. The focus in the room stayed fixed on the masked woman. Brandon watched her closely.
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