<b>Chapter </b><b>243</b>
<b>The </b>second bottle of perfume started at a cool ten million, with each bid needing to be at least three hundred thousand more than <b>the</b>
The moment the host finished speaking, the crowd went wild.
“Twelve million!”
“Thirteen million!”
<b>“</b>Sixteen million!”
“Neen million!”
When the bidding hit neen million, Flora couldn’t help herself and looked towards the voice. Squinting through the crowd, she spotted two men wearing masks. She was startled–Raul and Henrik were here.
Raul and Henrik wanted to snag the perfume for Flora. She loved dabbling with different scents, and even though they didn’t get <b>it</b><b>, </b>they thought buying her a bottle would make her day.
Besides Flora<b>, </b>someone else recognized Henrik’s voice.
“Hey, doesn’t that voice sound familiar? Like someone from the Irving family?” Yvonne frowned deeply.
Wade turned to the source of the voice, and when he saw Raul and Henrik, his gaze turned icy. He had suffered so much <b>at </b>the hands of the Irving family that he could recognize them even if they were wearing masks.
Indeed, it was them.
What a small world, running into them here.
They wanted Séraphine’s perfume? As long as he was around<b>, </b>they could forget about it. Wade might not have much, but he was loaded, definitely richer than the Irving family.
<b>“</b>Thirty–one million!”N?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.
In no time, the price had skyrocketed.
“Thirty–three million!” Henrik called out.
No sooner had he finished than another voice countered, “Forty million!”
“Forty–two million,” Henrik shot back.
That same deep male voice followed, “Forty–five million!”
Slowly, thepetition thinned out. Only Henrik and Wade remained <b>in </b>the game. It was obvious to everyone–they were rivals.
At first, Henrik didn’t care, but he soon felt the hostility. He nced at Wade, meeting his challenging gaze.
Henrik’s eyes darkened, thinking it was just his luck to <b>run </b>into an enemy.
“What’s the matter? <b>Out </b>of cash?” Wade taunted when Henrik didn’t continue bidding, his voice dripping with mockery.
In a private room on the third floor, Flora’s eyes narrowed. She pulled <i>out </i>her phone and dialed Crimson.
Down below, Wade kept jeering, “If you’re broke, why evene to an auction<b>? </b>Don’t embarrass yourself, just go home.” His words were so harsh that even the crowd found <b>it </b>ufortable, but no one spoke up, not wanting to invite trouble.
Right then, the host, who had <b>been </b>on stage, received a call and then announced loudly, <b>“</b>Ladies and gentlemen, please quiet <b>down</b>. There’s been a little issue <b>with </b>the auction. <b>ording </b><b>to </b>the higher–ups, we’ve decided to give this bottle of perfume to <b>these </b><b>two </b>gentlemen!”
<b>As </b>soon as the host finished<b>, </b>staff members walked up to Raul and Henrik, handing them the <b>perfume</b>.
The room fell into <b>stunned </b>silence. The <b>smile </b>on Wade’s face <b>froze </b>instantly.