Chapter 377

The only reason he agreed to meet this so-called Mr. C was to find someone gullible enough to drive up God’s bid. He didn’t bother digging for more details.
“Mr. C, you are
Charlotte gave a small, cool smile, her voice steady and unhurried. “Who I am doesn’t matter.”
Did it really not matter? The person bold enough to bid six hundred million against him was claiming she wasn’t important?
The man sitting across the room, every inch the picture of calm authority, narrowed his eyes. There was a dangerous glint in them.
The castle owner finished introducing Charlotte, then turned to God, his tone shifting into something much more respectful.
“Mr. C, your competitor is God. You must have heard of him, right? No need for an introduction?”
Charlotte cut him off, her tone light and almost teasing. “Never heard of him. Might want to fill me in.”
Seriously? Was there anyone in Apex who didn’t know God?
“Mr. God is the founder of X Organization. He’s—”
“Got it. I’ll keep that in mind.” Charlotte interrupted again, drawing out her words with a hint of a smirk. “Mr. Dog, nice to meet you.”
The whole room went completely silent. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
The man’s hand gripped the sofa arm tighter as he stared at her, eyes cold and unreadable.
Was she actually mocking him?
Hans caught a glimpse of Anthony’s icy expression. He tried to look outraged, but honestly, he was struggling not to laugh. Either Mr. C was out of her mind, or maybe she just had hearing problems. How do you mix up “God” and “Dog”?
The castle owner cleared his throat, hoping to smooth things over. “It’s Mr. God… Now that everyone’s been introduced, let’s get down to business.”
“The final bid for the B20 was placed by Mr. C at six hundred million.”
“Mr. God, would you like to raise your offer?”
“Seven hundred million,” Hans announced right away after Anthony gave a small signal.
Hearing the voice, Charlotte stopped tapping her foot. Her brow furrowed a little God’s voice, or maybe his right hand man’s, sounded a lot like Hans.
“Eight hundred million,” Charlotte replied, not missing a beat.
Jackson and Hans exchanged worried looks. Eight hundred million was way over
the top. By all logic, God would back off. There was no profit left.
But then…
“Nine hundred million!” The other side didn’t even hesitate.
It was over. They were out of cash. Hans felt his legs go weak.
“One billion.”
Adonis stared at Charlotte in shock, making sure she’d actually said it His eyes were wide with disbelief. “Charlotte, we don’t have that kind of money!.

It sounded like Charlotte was just making things up now.
“Shut up,” she snapped back.
“One point one billion,” came the quick response, cool and relentless. Clearly,
money was no object for them.
“One point five billion.” Charlotte kept swinging her foot, her voice bright. “You know what, let’s just make it two billion.”
Two billion?
Adonis almost forgot how to breathe. Then, suddenly, it clicked. Maybe Charlotte was planning to squeeze Anthony for the cash. That made perfect Serfect sense. The money was Anthony’s, and Anthony was hers… which meant the money was hers, too.
Charlotte finally realized she was a billionaire in her own right.