She said drily, “Thank you. I'm saying it to you for Master Keturah." Everyone started to feel tantalized.

Franklin added five million dollars to the price with his first bid.

It was a testament to the value of Master Keturah's painting. Hence...The bid kept increasing.

It only took a while for the price to increase to 20 million dollars.

A painting for 20 million dollars. That was far from being affordable! But the name of Master Keturah was too famous to be ignored.

Those super-rich men had been trying to get a work of Master Keturah since always but to no avail.

Then and there, the painting they had dreamed of was right in front of them, so how could they not fight for it?

Then the price started skyrocketing!

25 million!

30 million!

35 million!

The numbers kept growing bigger and bigger.

These super-rich men seemed to have lost their marbles.

Brayden was gaping, wishing he could have just taken all the paintings by Master Keturah off the walls of his home for the auction!

But he didn't have the guts, because those were his mother's treasures. The bid had been very high, and the higher it got, the more the painting was desired.

Then it reached 50 million dollars!

with a pot belly yelled, "100 million dollars!

Silence reigned the room.

staring at him in

and calligraphy. But

what

was out of mind,

dollars

look appeared on Sylvia's

keen eyes. "Mr. Rogers, I am so grateful to

ecstatic with his face

the check as

a

get one free? Isn't it too

this Sylvia lying about it? Is she that close with Master Keturah?" Sylvia smiled, her cheeks rosy like a blossoming rose as she took the check, "Master Keturah told me that all the proceeds from

frowned, feeling

darkened. That woman was brash enough to

charity auction would be donated through Wilson

Wilson charity dinner

her soon

Logan seized her by the tip of her clothes anxiously, saying, "Are you crazy? Are you like Master Keturah's best friend or what? What if she

no," Sylvia said nothing more and focused on

"Miss Andrews, Wilson Group doesn't seem

Paul's hushed tone, Sylvia's voice wasn't too loud but loud enough for Clark to hear it. "Oh, so

Clark was speechless.

at Sylvia, “You are so funny, Miss Andrews. Wilson Group won't take that amount seriously. Whatever the form it is, the purpose of charity is to

the Wilson Group

believed that he had

of sinister, very creepy. Although Paul's family

the vicious one. He was a bad person underneath his good appearance,

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