Chapter 222: Two Hundred Million


    Hearing that, Rachel met Victor’s dark eyes that looked like a bottomless pond, Caught off guard, she


    saw the affection in his eyes and was stunned for a moment. “Stay with me forever, Rachel, and I will


    give you whatever you want.” “What if I don’t want to?” Rachel asked in a calm and casual voice.


    Victor’s eyes darkened, and he frowned slightly. Rachel could feel the displeasure. “There’s no if.” After


    a while, he added, “Unless I die, you can never leave me.”


    Rachel raised her eyes and looked into his eyes. After a while, she smiled and looked away. “Okay.”


    Victor stared at her. For some reason, he felt that even though she was next to him, he felt miles away


    from her. The sense of loss grew stronger. But before Victor could figure out why, he heard the host.


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    “Mr. Jimenez bid one hundred and sixty million. Would you care to bid again, Mr. Sullivan?” Victor


    looked at Ivan. Ivan immediately understood. He raised his paddle and calmly said, “Two hundred


    million. If the other party would like to raise the bid, we are willing to add ten million to his offer.”


    Everyone held their breath and looked over at Roger. It was obvious what Ivan meant. Roger’s eyes


    darkened, and he clenched his fists. “Oh, well…”


    The host was lost for words. If the two kept raising the bid with their wealth, this auction would continue


    for a long time. This was the first time she had been in such a situation. “It seems Mr. Sullivan truly


    likes the Beloved.” The host smiled awkwardly and looked at Roger. “Mr. Jimenez, would you like to


    continue?”


    Roger didn’t say anything, but he nced at Rachel. Victor noticed it and deliberately leaned forward to


    block Roger’s view. Suddenly, Roger’s phone vibrated, indicating someone had sent him a message. It


    was from Rachel. “Thank you.” Roger stared at the two words and pursed his thin lips.


    He had lost count of how many times she had said these words to him. Every time she said them, he


    felt more and more estranged. He knew she sent the message because she didn’t want him to keep


    bidding for the ne. Rachel was aware of the reason he continued to bid. He wanted topete


    and for once win against Victor. Also, Roger wanted to gift the ne to her. She also knew that she


    was the only person who could talk him out of it. She was


    determined to make him give up on her. “Mr. Jimenez…” Seeing that Roger was quiet for a while, the


    host called out his name somewhat uncertainly. “Fine… I give up!” Roger frowned slightly, and his voice


    was gentle as always. But if one listened carefully, there was a hint of sadness in his tone.


    The host was finally relieved. She almost thought that these two gentlemen would fight for the ne


    all night. “Two hundred million going once! Two hundred million going twice! Two hundred million going


    thrice! Sold to Mr. Sullivan at two hundred million dors!” The host banged her gavel, and Victor got


    the ne. She unconsciously spoke faster than usual, fearing Roger would back out on his words.


    “Congrattions, Mr. Sullivan! Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending the auction. The auction


    is officially over! We have arranged a celebration party to thank you for attending the cruise tour and


    the auction’s sess. Please move to the deck to enjoy the festivities.” Soon, the staff handed the


    diamond ne to Victor. Rachel stood up, nced at the jewelry box in his hand, and said, “I need


    to go to the restroom.”


    Then, she turned around to leave. Suddenly, Victor grabbed her wrist. Rachel wanted to shake his


    hand off, but when she looked into his eyes, she stopped. Confused, she asked, “What’s wrong?”


    Victor didn’t answer but just opened the jewelry box and took out the ne. He went closer to her


    and leaned over. The skin on her neck felt a cool touch. Victor was putting the ne on for her, and


    his fingertips brushed her skin from time to time.


    Perhaps because his fingers were cold or because of her subconscious resistance, Rachel’s body


    stiffened. When she couldn’t take it any longer, Victor let go of her. He straightened, looked down at


    her, and ordered in a deep voice, “You’re not allowed to take this ne off without my permission.”


    Rachel looked up at Victor, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Roger walking towards them. She


    immediately understood why Victor had been in a hurry to put the ne on her. He wanted Roger to


    see. A hint of mockery shed through her eyes. “Okay, don’t worry. I won’t take it off even if I die.”


    When Victor heard Rachel say the word “die,” he frowned and asked, “When did you get so used to


    saying that word? Don’t mention it again!”