Chapter 279


    Chapter 279


    Fewer and fewer bidders made the call. The price was getting absurd.


    “200 million dors!” said a neer in the industry that no one knew. Obviously, he was a bidder the


    mastermind nted in the auction.


    “220 million dors.”


    “240 million dors,” a famous tycoon bode. Everyone in the hall knew him. It seemed like he was


    determined to buy Canary No. 9.


    “290 million dors,” said Abel.


    “300 million dors,” Benjamin followed suit. Half of their budget was gone.


    “310,” The tycoon continued.


    “330.”


    “Wait!” The emcee interrupted. “300 million dors is beyond our transaction limit. To ensure proper


    payment, all buyers who bid above 300 million dors have to pledge their assets.”


    Abel gave Luca a nod and thetter went to settle the


    paperwork. Benjamin did the same. Together, they pledged 600 million dors worth of assets for


    Imperial Pce. If they won the bid, the price would be deducted immediately.


    *350 million dors,” the nted bidder pressed on.


    “360,” said Abel Adam then looked at the nted bidder and asked him to hurry up. It was going too


    slow. The nted bidder got the message and the bid soared to 560 million dors. And then, Adam


    beckoned his bidder to stop. If he pushed too eagerly, Abel might give up. Then Adam would have to


    shell out 560 million dors for someone he already owned.


    When 560 million dors was called, Abel fell silent. Adam began to sweat. Did Abel give up already?


    That was bad. He immediately threw the emcee a look.


    “560 million dors, going once.”


    Both Abel and Benjamin kept quiet. They were having another mental warfare of their own.


    “560 million dors, going twice.”


    Under his mask, Adam’s face was as white as a sheet. Did he just screw himself over? If the deal went


    through, he would lose 560 million dors while they lost nothing. Unless Emmeline was not even worth


    560 million dors in their mind?


    “565 million dors,” uttered Abel slowly. Adam let out a sigh of relief.


    “565 million dors, going once.”


    “Going twice.”


    “Sold!


    Both Benjamin and Abel stood up. There was a new notification on their phones. 300 million dors


    evaporated from Abel’s ount while Benjamin just lost 265 million dors. It was a price they were


    willing to pay to save


    Emmeline. It was much safer too. They didn’t want things to get


    violent here and went home with a criminal record.


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    “Canary No. 9 belongs to Mr.


    Ryker! Congrattions!” said the emcee enthusiastically.