Chapter 180

People in the room started whispering—it was super obvious that the hairpin wasn’t worth anywhere near three million. But every time I placed a bid, Lisa Wright would immediately raise it. Anyone with eyes could see she was just messing with me. George Harrison's fair and striking face showed a hint of a cold smirk. His youthful arrogance was practically written all over him. “She seriously wants to fight me over this? Old hag’s really picking the wrong person…” I pressed his hand down gently, eyes fixed on Lisa's smug expression. My voice was calm, “Let me handle this round.” I raised my paddle. “Four million.” A gasp ran through the crowd. “Wait, what? Didn’t this hairpin start at a hundred thousand? Even top price should be, what, fifty mil tops? How’d it shoot up to four hundred mil?!” “Alright, Room 3 offers four million. Any higher bids?” Before the auctioneer even finished his sentence, Lisa raised her paddle with a crisp voice, “Five million.” She leaned closer to the other soc