Chapter 487


    The corners of Ivan’s mouth twitched fiercely out of control. The crowd present at the scene clearly


    knew that there was a battle going on between these two men as they had been following their


    exchange.


    Moreover, when Ivan challenged Fane to a bet, he had announced the terms of the punishment so


    loudly as i f the crowd was deaf. His ultimate goal was to show everyone in the room that Fane was


    indeed useless trash who only deserved to kneel before him and lick his shoes clean.


    But now, the tables had turned. The number-60 million-that Fane had just called out, sent him back into


    his tiny brain as he started to scheme again. ''Is this vi really worth sixty million? If I continue to raise


    the price and it ends up being a trap that the b* stard has set for me, wouldn''t I be a fool, then?’ He


    thought to himself and doubted.


    He pondered hard on Fane''s intention-was Fane deliberately increasing the price just to lure him into a


    deadly trap?


    However, if he stopped here, it would mean he lost the bet which in turn, would mean that he had to


    clean Fane''s shoes. How could a young master from a second -ss aristocrat family like him kneel


    before trash and clean his shoes? If word of the incident were to spread, his name-Ivan Taylor-would


    never be as


    glorious as before! 3


    Ken’s eyes widened as though he had juste up with a brilliant idea with his mini-brain. He leaned


    forward to Ivan and whispered into his ear, "Young Master Taylor, don’t be afraid of him! Go ahead and


    fight! You only need to fork out sixty million, I''ll cover the rest! It’s probably not going to be much more


    because I''m sure this punk has reached his limit. So just add another million to surpass him!" He


    paused before swearing, "Goddammit! We need to teach this punk a lesson no matter what!"? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.


    Upon hearing Ken’s words, Ivan felt at ease as though the weight on his shoulders was finally lifted.


    With a smile stered on his face, he shouted, "Sixty-one million!”


    The scene happening at the back of the auction room had left the middle-aged woman on stage


    speechless. The two young men were practically shouting out prices from the back, making those


    around them-those wealthy businessmen, as well as a few other third-ss families-dumbfounded. The


    crowd became watchful onlookers to this money battle.


    They had even taken over the responsibility of the middle-aged woman as an auctioneer-directing and


    conducting the auction. The two of them took turns to call out their bids, jacking up the price to an


    unreasonable amount.


    "Y-young Master Taylor, s-sixty-one million!"


    Her voice trembled in nervousness. She was just


    about to regain control of the auction when she realized the price had already reached an


    unbelievable amount. That would result in a mountain of bonuses, too!


    This was her first time encountering such an episode. Her soul could not help but feel bbergasted


    with joy.


    Before she could speak, Fane interrupted. "What''s the matter? When did the Young Master of the


    Taylor family be so stingy? Did you think a million would be the magic trick to kick me out of the


    battle? Heh! I call seventy million!"


    "Jesus Christ! Is he nuts? That''s seventy million!"


    "Yeah! This isn''t just a shoutingpetition, right? He didn''t just shout out the number for fun, right?


    Isn''t seventy million considered money to him?"


    "Yes, I can buy two vis with seventy million!" i


    A few of the businessmen started doubting their existence. Although they were rich, they held simr


    notions about obtaining items from an auction; the cheaper the better. Of course, people would want


    the price of an auctioned item to be as low as possible!


    Never did they expect that this adopted son-inw of the Taylor family would stir up so much trouble


    with Young Master Taylor, as though money was just stacks of paper to him.


    "That...that much?"


    Beside Young Master Taylor, Ken''s eyes widened into


    spheres asrge as saucers. His jaw dropped to the ground. A moment ago, he had thought that he


    was on the winning side and that he only had to fork out one o r two million to help Ivan win this bet.


    Now it seemed like the shrimp had brought more money with him than they expected. They truly


    underestimated that piece of junk.


    Or, perhaps the trash had asked for an advance of four months, or possibly even six!


    However, he struggled to understand it, though. Was the Drake family an idiot? How could they be so


    nice t o a mere bodyguard?


    "Young Master rk, this....”


    Ivan looked at Ken eagerly, seeking his advice. After all, he only had to cough up 60 million and Ken


    would cover the remaining.


    "Don''t be afraid! Just keep increasing the bid! I don''t believe that we can’t teach him a lesson today!


    He''ll wipe your shoes clean!”


    "Seventy million, right? Haha, Fane Woods, I’ll fight you to the death today!”


    "Seventy-five million!" he called out the bid after thinking about it for a moment, his fists clenched firmly


    and determination glowing in his eyes.