"Number 3, 18 million! Any further bids?" the CM announced.
"Alright! Number 9, 26 million! 26 million going once..."
"Number 36, 37 million! Is there a higher bid?"
With each round of bidding, the price skyrocketed from the starting price of 10 million to 92 million.
Sweat beaded on Sophie Sullivan's forehead. Damn it! How could she escape?
"The gentleman who just raised his hand, how much are you adding?"
The man in black, who was clearly there to cause trouble, said, "Priceless."
The word 'priceless' drew the attention of everyone in the room.
The CM, embarrassed, immediately tried to smooth things over with a chuckle, saying, "If tonight's finale is priceless in your heart, then how much are you willing to bid?"
Sophie, dangling in mid-air, saw the man in black and understood.
Thomas Shannon had arrived.
In less than a second, a group of men in black surged in from outside, their aggressive demeanor forcing the crowd to disperse.
