Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 514 It's Her

"Isn't that the woman who splashed wine on Ms. Young earlier?"

"Who is she? Do I live under the rock or what? How do I not know of such a figure in Regalia?"

"One million? Sure, the suit has great craftsmanship and materials, and belonged to Mr. Young Senior, but one million dollars far exceeds its original value." "Right? She's lavish. Who is she?"

Discussions from all corners of the venue began. Suddenly, a person noticed Miles beside her. "You guys, look! It's Mr. Young!" They were shocked to see them seated together.

"Oh, I remember now. You guys, tell me that isn't the young woman who carried Mr. Young Senior's memorial photo at his funeral!"

That reminder quickly refreshed their memories. "You're not wrong..."

"See? I'm right!"

"Is she a Young family member? Why have I never seen her? What's her connection to the Youngs?"

The numerous questions piqued everyone's interest in the crowd, but they were sure of one thing.

"Regardless of who she is, having the honor to carry Mr. Young Senior's memorial photo at his funeral signifies that her status is extraordinary!"

"Exactly. Not even Mr. Miles got to hold it. Does that mean her status is greater than..."

That assumption led many to be curious about this young woman who held the Number 112 paddle.

However, the unfolding scene was nothing like what Anastasia desired. She simply wanted to make Rose stay by using the suit as bait but didn't anticipate her to steal the spotlight so effortlessly!

Anastasia tightened her fists. A million dollars? Did Rose even have that kind of money?

gaze from Rose, who was fixated on the suit, Anastasia glanced in a certain direction. As though receiving her signal, a person quickly raised their

their paddle in the

auctioneer could finish, she was interrupted by

The crowd simultaneously looked in the same direction, and even Anastasia was shocked. Number 77 wasn't the one she arranged to

shoulders, she wore a pair of sunglasses. Although her face was obscured by the eyewear, her facial

is a very high price..." The auctioneer's voice seemingly awoke

retrieve Oliver's suit. As such, she

It seems that Miss Number 112 has taken a great liking

raised the paddle again, bidding at

dollars!" The woman's voice

focused on her appearance when she raised the bid to 1.5 million earlier, but her voice became the main highlight this time. Her voice was...

chest. Even if she was hidden by those sunglasses, he recognized who she

to recover from the shock at first glance. He had been seeking the woman he saw at the cemetery the last two days, and to

confident he had the right person the moment his gaze landed on her, but

Nobody noticed Miles' strangeness,

who fixed

could

but Rose shared the same sentiment as her. No matter what, she

She added 500 thousand

and ready to announce the bid when

Still, she proceeded without hesitation. "Four

"Five million..."

"Six million!"

the auctioneer to announce the bid, the two shouted their bids back and

the suit on stage, wondering whether they had missed something. Perhaps it wasn't a typical suit but a rare vintage. Soon, the bid had raised to a hefty 12 million dollars. The crowd no longer

the Young