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Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 265
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Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 265 A Ignorant Person

The woman calmly accepted everyone’s probing gazes. Her red lips were curled into a smile, making it

impossible to guess her thoughts.

The small hammer in Seth’s hand almost fell to the ground in shock. Fortunately, he had many years of

professionalism.

He cleared his throat to calm his shock and scanned the crowd. “Is there a higher bid than 100 million

dollars?”

Before he could finish speaking, Darcy slowly raised his bidding paddle. “120 million dollars!”

“140 million dollars!” The red–haired woman did not back down.

When Darcy heard her, he turned to look at the red–haired woman sitting in the same row as him.

The red–haired woman waved at Darcy. Her smile revealed a hint of provocation.

Darcy frowned imperceptibly. When he heard the command from his earpiece, he raised his bidding

paddle again. “160 million dollars!”

Seth’s head was spinning from the shocking bidding method.

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Others would raise it by 2 million dollars, but these two people bid by adding 20 million dollars each

time.

They were indeed rich and willful!

The corners of the red–haired woman’s lips curled up, and her charming voice sounded again. “180

million dollars.”

Far away in the private room, Rachel’s eyes were filled with coldness.

“It looks like you won’t get your wish tonight,” David said.

Rachel looked at him sideways and raised her eyebrows slightly, showing her arrogance. “Then let’s

give it a try!” said she.

As she spoke, Rachel picked up the computer on the coffee table and injected 200 million dollars into

the fund pool under her name.

The man in the other private room clearly did not expect someone to compete with him. His eyes were

filled with interest.

“There are full of hidden talents in Seaxas.” His voice had an imperceptible

smile but did not reach his eyes. “But there are also many people who don’t know what’s good for

them.”

Beside him, the buzz–cut man secretly broke out in a cold sweat for the other.

party.

His boss had always been determined to get what he wanted.

The other party dared to snatch something from his boss’s hands, which was more or less ignorant.

At this moment, the red–haired woman and Darcy were not giving in to each other. The atmosphere

seemed to have become tense.

“200 million dollars!” the red–haired woman said again. She raised her chin slightly, looking

determined.

Darcy’s eyes narrowed slightly with a vague chill.

The price had far exceeded Miss Grey’s budget!

Although he did not know if the other party was bidding maliciously or determined to get the crown, the

current price had far exceeded Miss Grey’s budget.

He looked at the red–haired woman with a heavy gaze.

The red–haired woman raised her eyebrows. One could clearly feel her arrogance even from a

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distance.

After being in a daze for a while, Seth, the auctioneer, came back to his senses and returned to his

usual indifferent attitude. He raised his hammer and repeated clearly, “Is there a higher price than 200

million dollars?”

There was a dead silence. Seth said again, “200 million dollars going once! 200 million dollars going

twice! 200 million dollars…”

His voice came in layer by layer as if it was enchanted with magic that could pierce through one’s

heart, making one’s scalp tingle.

At this moment, the tightly shut door of the hall was pushed open from the outside.

Everyone’s gazes instantly gathered on that person.

The white–haired man walked in with a solemn expression. He was holding a tray with a black gold

card lying on it.

Not only did Seth, who was on stage, freeze, but so did the intermediate

members who sat a few rows ahead.

Someone in the crowd muttered softly, “It… it is a black gold card!”

Before he could finish his sentence, the surroundings were in an uproar.