Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 73: Harlee's lips were curved in a subtle smile, appreciating the irony of Brenton's outer hardness that masked his softer side.

The price was already well above its real value.

While twenty million, at one ...

seven hundred million.

The abrupt interjection cut the tension in the room like a sharp knife.

The auctioneer, momentarily surprised, recovered his composure quickly and declared flatly: seven hundred million, once! Harlee's smile froze, his eyes quickly headed towards the origin towards the origin of the voice.

A figure was barely discernible behind a black curtain on the opposite side of the room.

Despite the barrier, Harlee could feel an intense and almost tangible look on it, and there was a subtle, almost familiar sensation.

slightly his eyes.

Bornon abruptly lifted his head, with an acute and calculating look.

It had meticulously investigated the financial capacity of all the competitors present.

None should have had more money than him.

Who dared to challenge the hundred fifty million! Brenton replied aloud, throwing the glove.

However, at the time he spoke, a personnel member in charge of supervising the bid , but the system shows that your previous deposit is only seven hundred and one.

"I will have someone to bring the additional funds later.

For now, just register the bid," Brenton replied urgently.

The staff member seemed worried.

"I feel it, Lord, but our rules force us not Reject the additional money I can increase my offer by five hundred million.noveldrama

The member of the staff hesitated, struggling to find the words.

At that moment, Harlee's quiet voice broke the tension.

Breanton, let it be.

It seemed that fate was at stake.

Maybe I shouldn't hold on to the past.

No, I can't accept it! Brenton recalled Harlee's previous plea, stood challenging and called a bidder on the other side of the room: the person there, if he gives me the brooch, I will double the price.

What tells me.

A man with his face full of scars turned to consult someone hidden behind the curtain.

After a brief assent, he turned to Brenton and responded coldly: I'm sorry.

My master has put his eyes on this brooch.

Although the amount would offer me ten times, it would not be convinced.

Brenton's hands tensed in closed fists, surprised by the unexpected turn of the events.

The voice of the auctioneer resonated by the room , announcing the third call.

Just when the tension seemed to dissipate, Harlee got up from the chair, telling Brenton that it was time to leave ....