Chapter 93

When Wilson called out his bid, the entire room went silent, shocked. Since he was in a private box, no one could see who was making such an outrageous offer. Just as the gavel was about to drop, someone else tossed out a higher bid—clearly not backing down without a fight. Wilson arched an eyebrow. Whoever it was thinking they could steal this from him clearly didn't know who they were messing with. Without missing a beat, he raised his bid again. The new price was jaw-dropping—people in the hall sucked in sharp breaths, stunned. The number Wilson offered was sky-high. Anyone who tried to compete would definitely feel the strain. But the other bidder didn't back off. They upped the bid too. And the weirdest part? Each time, the guy only added one dollar to Wilson's bid. That was not a challenge—it was straight-up provocation. Wilson waved a waiter over. "Who's making those bids?" The waiter replied, "Mr. Ryan." Ah, his senior back from college. Wilson scoffed, the corners of his mouth