The people inside the venue made a stir after the announcement. No one could blame them for doing so, as they were talking about properties that reached a billion dollars!The question was, would the young man who had bid 900 million dollars a moment ago still bid now that the young tycoon of the Ratherford family had joined the bidding?There was a suffocating silence in the venue as all eyes darted on Sett, observing him.... Sett's brows unconsciously twitched, feeling irritated. 'Why are these people pressuring me? Do I have to give up or not?' Sett thought before he breathed out. On the stage, the auctioneer swept her gaze at the crowd. She even momentarily paused her gaze at Sett, before proceeding to loom for any more courageous bidder. Seeing that there was none, her face showed disappointment."Is there any higher bid?" As no one responded, she began to count. "Hitting once!"Actually, she was expecting the bidding to reach a billion dollars and a half. Any lower than that

"Isn't Ms. Jasmine supposed to be the one handling this matter? I demand an explanation!" Meanwhile, Sheila’s emerald eyes trembled ever so slightly as she looked at the screen in front of her. ‘It’s Uncle Charles and Aunt Isabella's mansion... Sheila was feeling troubled and she had conflicting thoughts. Should she be angry that someone was auctioning her in-laws' house? And it would be a lie if she wasn’t anxious for her husband, Sett Crossword, to have his relatives sell off his parents’ mansion. Also, it wasn’t simply because the mansion was being auctioned that made Sheila extremely mad, as her face was flustered; there was another reason... and that was that the mansion was dismantled! From the ceiling to the floor, it couldn’t even be called a mansion at this point. It was just a pile of rubbish and debris. It was frustrating to watch. Honestly, if it weren’t for the fountain near the mansion, she wouldn’t even recognize the mansion... It took a while for Sheila to adjust her

On the stage, Ms. Jasmine was so angry that it made her face flush. On top of that, this self-titled retard was questioning her about "meaning." It was unbelievable!Did this Ratherford young master intend to continue telling lies? Or rather, did he throw his brain into a blender? Ms. Jasmine furiously thought to herself."I should be the one asking you, young master Rocco, why are you deliberately increasing the price? For a second time, do I need to remind you who the seller is?" Ms. Jasmine spoke with a clear conviction in her voice. "Aren't you afraid of people gossiping behind your back?"Ms. Jasmine wasn't an average woman that would easily bend to bribes...Everything was overturned by Ms. Jasmine's statement...At that moment, a man in formal attire had a deep frown on his countenance. He mumbled. "Increasing the price?"A man from a respectable background was displaying a doubtful face, as he stated. "Is Ms. Jasmine implying that young master Rocco is the seller but somehow

At this time, where the busy guests of the auction house were either collecting their legal documents after winning their bids or they were retreating toward the exit, young master Rocco could be seen with his men; he was scowling after one of his subordinates didn't appear, which was irritating. Well, not exactly a subordinate, as Glenn wouldn't listen to his command. It was really infuriating on his part.Just then, one of young master Rocco's subordinates spoke with a hushed voice."Young Master, I don't trust that guy. Also, there are rumors about him r*ping the daughter of his client the night before her celebration....." Before he could even finish, Young Master Rocco snapped at him. "Shut up! That's none of your f*cking business. You hear me, boy?""Y-Yes, sir...""Good that you understand..... Now that you mention it, where did that sly bastard go?" Young master Rocco scratched his head while looking around for Glenn. He was baffled as to what that punk was doing."Never min

"I'm the only one you want dead, right? Why don't we settle it in an honorable way? You and I, how about it?" Sett gritted his teeth, and when he shouted about a challenge against Glenn, Sett didn't forget to glare daggers at Glenn, who was mocking him. However, what Sett didn't expect was when Glenn let out a mocking face, and that's when he turned dead serious. "You see, I prefer to do things my way." Hearing that Sett's expression turn dark for almost an instant, as he understood what he meant. The men in ebony tuxedos start to signal at each other as they came closer to Sett limiting his movements. Using numbers to defeat him? What a cheap bastard! Was he even a man? Sett thought while feeling annoyed. The fight broke out. At first, Sett had the initiative in the fight, managing to land a few solid hits on his opponents; however, it quickly boiled down to quantity. If they were merely three to four athletes, Sett could fight them. Unlucky for them, they were all professional at