Chapter 844
The starting price of this luxury car belonging to Lucile was 30 million with an increment of a million for
every bid. Vincent hiked up the price to 40 million in a single go, while Taylor merely increased the price
by a million. The implication of this was rather obvious.
Vincent cast a nce in Michael’s direction. He’d been long since aware of Michael’s identity as Mark’s
biological grandson and a descendant of the Fletcher Family. However, he’d never cared a whit about
him. After all, Mark’s influence was limited to the military, and Michael wasn’t in the military, so he wasn’t
worth a damn.
Seemingly sensing his gaze on him, Michael looked in his direction. His eyes were gleaming as though
he was resolute to win, and beside him, Scarlett seemed to be harboring some kind of expectation as
well.
Just after he’d called out his bid, another person raised his bidder card. “42 million.” The person who bid
was the heir of a particr European conglomerate, a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes.
“43 million.”
“44 million.”
There were sessive bids, all by people who boasted an impressive background. Besides, all of them
were men. While this car might be contrary to men’s tastes, all who bid on it were men. At a single
nce, one could tell that some were bidding for their femalepanions, such as Vincent and Michael,
while some had their sights on the car’s former owner.
Rumor had it that Fass’ daughter, Lucile, was breathtakingly beautiful and was only in her early 20s, yet
to be married. Regretfully, she kept an extremely low profile and wore a mask during all her
appearances. If one could make the acquaintance of this superbly fair, wealthy, and stunningdy and
start a rtionship with her, one’s entire family would be spared several years of struggle. Thus, many
European celebrities and royalty flew over from Europe and America just to attend this auction. This
auction was destined to be a bloodbath, for it wasn’t only a car, but also a chance to make the
acquaintance of the eldest youngdy of the Michel Family!
Vincent had known that it’d be a financial battle from the beginning itself, so he again whipped out his
bidder card. “50 million!”
The crowd went into an uproar. It’s just been a mere few rounds, yet the bid has gone up by more than
ten million!
However, there were still people who continued bidding despite it being 50 million. “51 million.” Michael
raised his bidder card.
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“53 million!” It was a European royal prince who called out the bid.
“55 million!” This time, it was a prince from a country rich with oil in the Middle East.
Harry hurriedly joined in the fun. “57 million.” He definitely wasn’t buying it since he’d save the
middlemen fee if he got it from Sophia directly. Thus, he was merely ying the game now and driving
the price up.
Emanating a cold air, Vincent swept a disdainful gaze over the crowd. With his utmost confidence as the
Young Master of the Mitchell Family, he squeezed the slightly anxious Faye’s petite hand before loudly
proiming, “60 million!”
Faye was over the moon. After all, who wouldn’t be moved in her shoes? Is there a woman who won’t be
envious of me to have a fiancé who’s throwing away money recklessly for my sake? She nced at
Sandra out of the corner of her eye, only to see that her eyes were zing with jealousy. However, Ian
knew that Vincent was determined to win the bid for the car today, so he’d long since given up
bidding. Since Cooper Mitchell is here today, the opportunity to stand out naturally has to be given to
Mitchell from Alex’s line. Thus, she was set on showing off before Cooper. While she was inwardly
ecstatic, she still needed to keep up appearances. “Why don’t we just call it a day, Vincent?”
Gazing at her, Vincent shed her a gentle smile. “It’s fine. It’s just a drop in the bucket.” This amount
was actually quite taxing to him, but he was dead set on getting the car.
When the price had gone up to 60 million, a group of bidders gave up, but still, some persevered. Of
those, some were merely hiking up the price, while others were truly wealthy. “61 million.” This was from
Michael who was driving up the price.
“62 million.” This was Sean who was likewise driving up the price.
“65 million.” This was the truly wealthy heir to the European conglomerate.
“68 million.” Simrly, this was the truly wealthy oil prince from the Middle East.
With his own woman and another member of the Mitchell Family looking on, not to mention Michael
whom he looked down upon bidding on it, Vincent definitely wouldn’t give up, so he sneered and called
out, “80 million!”
It’s an increase of more than ten million at a single go! Everyone sucked in a breath. The Mitchell Family
is truly rich! And this time, Vincent Mitchell is hell-bent on winning the bid!
“81 million.” Michael promptly countered without even having to consider it. Every time Vincent called out
his bid, he always followed with an increase of one million. It was an even figure of one million, no more
no less as though his goal was to provoke him.
The heir to the European conglomerate stopped bidding, but the oil prince with deep pockets instantly
called out, “85 million!”
In the next moment, Harry shouted, “89 million!”
Vincent had finally realized the cruelty of bidding, but he had no retreat since it was him who’d
authoritatively started bidding, and his fiancée was even looking on beside him. Hence, after Harry, he
dered, “90 million!”
All at once, Michael spoke up and said, “91 million.” Again, it was one million more, no more no less.
This time, no one made a bid. The oil prince frowned as he scrutinized theptop in his assistant’s hand
beside him. Harry had also gone silent, appearing very much defeated, even pulling Sarah who was
beside him for a consoling hug as aggrieve manifested on his face.
Only two people present continued to persist—Michael and Vincent. Now that the price had more than
doubled, many were pulling out. Gritting his teeth, Vincent mmed his hands on the table and sprang to
his feet. “I offer 100 million!”
The auction hall plunged into pin-drop silence. This time, everyone’s gaze swung to Michael, only to see
that his brows were deeply creased as though he was hesitating. Several times, he made to raise his
bidder card, and his mouth was even twitching in preparation of calling out ‘101 million,’ but he seemed
to be holding back the words that were right on the tip of his tongue, dithering a handful of times. It was
apparent that he was exceedingly hesitant; he wanted to buy it, but at the thought of the price, he
swallowed his words again.
In the end, the auctioneer hammered the nail in the coffin with the gavel. “Congrattions to Mr. Vincent
Mitchell for winning the bid for this one and only exclusively-customized luxury car in the world at 100
million!”
Thunderous apuse broke out in the hall. Meanwhile, Faye was so touched that she threw herself into
Vincent’s arms and sobbed quietly. Despite his heart twisting in agony, Vincent forcefully stifled it amidst
the apuse of numerous celebrities, leaving smug satisfaction on his face. Then, he even instinctively
nced at those few people who’d countered his bid.
Michael had a distressed expression, seemingly talking to Cooper about something, and it looked very
much like he was apologizing or mollifying him. In short, he looked despondent, making it in as day
that Cooper was enraged. Therefore, this had Vincent feeling all the more conceited as though he’d done
something exceptional.
When the curtains fell on the auction, everyone slowly left. Reporters were waiting outside the door for
the celebrities to make an appearance so that they could interview them. The news that Vincent had
bought a luxury car at 100 million for his fiancée, Faye, had quickly spread throughout the entertainment
industry, making headlines. Thus, the reporters caught wind of it and rushed over for some hot
interviews.
Harry was the first person to exit. When he epted the interview, he expressed his deep regret, saying,
“I was actually nning to buy my wife a new car, but it looks like this car isn’t meant for her.”
Then, it was Michael who was interviewed next. Forcing a smile, hemented, “I initially wanted to buy
this car just to put a smile on Miss Scarlett Mitchell’s face, but regretfully…”
Finally, Vincent was interviewed. As he held on to Faye, who was so touched that she was crying, he
dered smugly, “Faye likes it, so I got it for her birthday present.”
Faye dashed off her tears of gratitude, but still, she was keeping a triumphant eye on others around her
out of her peripheral vision, such as Scarlett whom she hated to the bone. She’s bound to be extremely
frustrated now!