Chapter 154
CHAPTER 154 Jacob wanted everyone from the family gone from the vi by the time the auction
started, but no one in his family listened to him anymore. They weren’t directly scolding him, but they
weren’t smiling, either.
By the time the auction started, Jacob and his sons were seated next to the auctioneer they had hired,
while the rest of the family was standing at the foyer.
What Jacob didn’t like was that both Langdon Campbell and David Bonsbell were also present among
the buyers, and they hadn’t said a word to him about their interest in the vi. Had they told him, he
would have sold the vi in private instead of doing this humiliating thing, where he had to sell this in
front of the people he owed money, including Jane’s dad, Mike.
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Like vultures, they waited patiently. Jacob hoped at least Mike woulde and talk to him, but he didn’t.
Arlo Campbell was also there, but he was here only to watch. Reba wasn’t present in the vi, so he
was slightly disappointed. Artur Bonsbell sat not far from Arlo, and he seemed slightly anxious. He
wouldn’t havee if his father hadn’t forced him.
The auctioneer greeted everyone and exined the vi’s features as best as possible, but he was
known for overselling the property, which was also why Jacob hired him.
The auction soon started.
The base price was set to 100 million dors.
A slender, stunning woman in the crowd raised the price straight to 150 million dors, making every
head turn toward her, who’s got a polite smile ying on her face. Her dimples made her look cute; she
was instantly likable as far as facial features were concerned. “Laurel Bisconsley. The much-adored
granddaughter of the billionaire Bisconsley’s family!” “Why’s she so interested in this vi?” “If someone
like her is hell-bent on buying this vi, a lot ofpetitors can only give up.” Laurel, however, didn’t
change her expression. (I like the garden here. They nicely block the view of the city, giving the
impression that we’re in the middle of a forest. I want to buy something like the Myers’ mansion, but if I
can at least buy this vi, I cane on weekends and spend time with Charles or my grandma.) For
her, this vi seemed like nothing more than a weekly vacation spot. “We canceled our ns and came
here,” Artur raised his voice. “Why aren’t we offered anything to eat or drink?”
His words got on Jacob and Shawn’s nerves, but there was nothing they could do. Jacob told his sons to
fetch them from the vi. His sons reluctantly obeyed him at first sight, but they were never intending to
return and serve drinks and food to others. They couldn’t even imagine themselves ever doing such a
thing.
Still and all, Artur was amused to see the frustration on the faces of the men from the Sterling family. (I
won’t get this much fun in any movie theater.)
A hand raised, hiking the bid from 150 to 160 million dors. It was from a tall and heavily built man, with
a cigar in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.
“Brandon Conreid!” Some were quite surprised, for he was one of the real estate tycoons of the country
and the current CEO of Conreid Fortunes.
The auctioneer looked at Laurel straight away. “C’mon, ma’am. Take us to 200.”
His swift, quick persuasion worked like a charm, and she nodded and raised her hand before saying,
“200 million dors.”
“Great,” the auctioneer then kept talking with other bidders, almost taunting them with his speech.
“C’mon, sirs, show your strength to the billionaire beauty, and who knows, she might just fall for you.” His
words garnered a fewughs. “Don’tugh, sirs,” the auctioneer continued. “The beautiful pool, the
wonderful cinema room, and a perfect tennis grass court where even Roger Federer would love to roll
across the court like a rxed little kitten. You don’t know what you’re missing. Mark my words. Whoever
buys this vi can have a Wimbledon champion in their descendants.” Again, some peopleughed.
“Don’tugh among yourselves, sirs. Raise the bar, so Mr. Jacob can alsough together,” the auctioneer
said. A random person raised the bid to 210 million. Brandon raised it to 220, and Laurel immediately
upped her bid to 250.
Jacob felt slightly happy that his effort in bringing an auctioneer was paying off. “Don’t miss this
magnificent opportunity over this vi built on a hill,” the auctioneer didn’t stop talking. His words kept
flowing like an unending stream. “You won’t be able to buy this
d anywhere else in this city. The fantastic outdoors is one of a kind.”
David Bonsbell raised his hand.”251.”
“We have 251 from David Bonsbell,” the auctioneer said aloud. “Where have you been?” “Haha, just
watching,” David chortled. The auctioneer’s gaze then shifted to Langdon. “Isn’t the governor interested
in this gorgeous vi?”
Langdon, however, didn’t respond, so the auctioneer didn’t dare poke him further. “Ahem, at 551, we
have our bid from David Bonsbell,” the auctioneer shouted. “Whoa, it’s 251!” David quickly yelled. “Uh,
yes, my apologies,” the auctioneer cleared his throat again and said, “a slight correction. We’re only at
251. It’s an odd number, and a ce that ticks every box deserves better. Who’s gonna make the better
bid? C’mon guys, I guarantee you that there’s no other ce like this thates at such a price in the
market. You are going to walk away from this feeling happy and proud.”
After making a phone call, Laurel raised the price to 275 million dors. Brandon quickly raised the bid to
280 million, and it irritated Laurel. She raised the bid to 300. The auctioneer’s smile widened, for he
reached the minimum price he had promised to Jacob.
Brandon and Laurelpeted for a little while until Laurel stopped at 360 million. And then nobody
raised the bid for half a minute, even though the auctioneer kept asking.
“This ce has everything one can want,” the auctioneer raised his hand half-way into the air. “At 360
million… First.” He brought his hand down and raised his hand again. “At 360 million… Second. C’mon
sirs…” he gave a once-over at the crowd, and his gaze stopped on a certain section. “Over to you guys, I
haven’t forgotten you. Any bidders out there?”
“You’re stretching it too far,” Artur barked. “End it already.” The auctioneer, however, denied with a polite
shaking of the head. “Sterling vi for 360 million is a steal. I expected much more fiercepetition.”
The noise of a running engine grabbed everyone’s attention and made them turn their heads toward the
vi’s entrance where a ck sports car just stopped ever so smoothly. Seeing the car, Artur Bonsbell
stood up from his seat like someone pierced his ass with a needle. “Bugatti voiture noire?”