Chapter 84

Megan looked like a lunatic to them. In this charity auction filled with wealth and influence, two million dollars was a price everyone could afford. Yet, no one dared claim the same nerve as her. A cold edge flashed in Howard's eyes. This had become a provocation. Her decisive bids carried a trace of mockery and pressed straight against his limits. It wasn't about money anymore. It was a test of his patience and his authority as the CEO of Larson Group. Without changing the gesture, Howard lifted his right hand again. "Bidder 888 continues at 2.5 million dollars!" Edward called. Shock rippled through the room. It was 25 times its original value. The bidding had blown past everyone's ceiling—everyone except one. "Bidder 888 stands at 2.5 million dollars. Is there a higher offer?" All eyes stayed on Megan at seat 823. Howard looked at her, too. He narrowed his eyes, trying to see through the mask to the face beneath. She only offered a faint smile, lifted her right hand, pre