Before the auctioneer’s words even faded, a paddle shot up eagerly from the crowd.
“Fifteen million!”
“Twenty million!”
“Twenty-one million!”
Katelyn watched, stunned, as bidders fiercely drove up the price. It was the quickest bidding frenzy she’d ever seen—three people had already added eleven million to the pot. The paddles kept flying up, showing no sign of slowing down.
In just minutes, the price had soared to thirty million.
However, neither Katelyn nor Langston had placed a bid.
“Forty million!”
“Forty-five million!”
The rising prices and the eager crowd gave Katelyn a strange feeling, as if everyone here was set on claiming the Spring Snow Herb. Her gaze grew intense as she listened to the climbing bids.
The auctioneer looked thrilled, practically bursting with excitement. After a whirlwind of offers, the bidding finally eased up around sixty million. For more chapters visit find(?)ovel.net
Fewer people raised their paddles now. The auctioneer called out, “We’re at seventy million! Any higher offers?”
“One hundred million!”
A calm, almost carefree voice rang out, carrying through the room for everyone to hear. His tone was easygoing, but the bid he announced was staggering.
All eyes, wide with surprise, turned to Langston. Without even glancing up, he idly folded a paper in his hands, turning it into another paper crane. Three paper cranes now sat neatly beside him, as if this high-stakes auction was just the background to his folding hobby.
Vincent’s gaze grew a shade darker. The young man across from him had an air of unfathomable depth. If they were to coexist in Granville, this person might be an even tougher rival than Neil.
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After his bid, a heavy silence settled over the entire room. One hundred million. This wasn’t just a casual sum. It was an astronomical price, unimaginable for a single herb.
Just as everyone assumed the Spring Snow Herb was Langston’s, Katelyn raised her paddle, her gaze steady.
“One hundred and ten million,” she said calmly.
A wave of shock swept through the crowd. For a moment, everyone’s attention turned to Katelyn. Even Langston paused his origami, watching her with curiosity.
Ignoring the stares, Katelyn kept her eyes locked on the Spring Snow Herb. Langston’s lips gradually turned into a smile.
Now, that was interesting!
He nodded slightly at his assistant, who instantly understood and raised Langston’s bidding number.
“One hundred and fifty million!”
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