"Huh?!" Benedict almost bit his tongue from shock. He looked down at his outfit and felt like he was wearing a suit made of money instead of fabric.

Bonnie casually said, "You can bid on anything you like."

Then, one of Orson's paintings appeared onstage with a starting price of four million dollars. Benedict was stunned beyond words, thinking that it was just a painting. 'Just how expensive can it be?'

Bonnie saw his reaction and thought he liked it. She said, "Three million dollars!"

He gasped. "S-Sis?! Do you like that painting?"

She asked back, "I thought you liked it?"

His jaw dropped. Of course, he was moved, but he hastily explained, "N-Not really. I was just surprised that a painting could be worth that much."

I'll stop bidding then. I don't even have to bid on it, either. I know Orson personally, so it wouldn't have been an issue to ask him to make a

Bonnie's incredible, but the more I learn

toward the private room, and Yolanda asked in exasperation, "Who was that? She's dumping loads of cash where it's unnecessary. Jeez,

Master Orson's painting from us? Not only that, but she also raised the price too high. How

the wealthiest and most influential in their respective cities. We, however, don't belong here. People like us only manage to enter through unconventional means. "That means people with private rooms are worlds above us regarding social status. There are a lot of ears here. If anyone catches us dissing someone we're not supposed to, we might

her mouth and scanned her surroundings. Once she was sure no one had heard her, she sighed in relief and said, "You have

Master Orson's

can

still defend that girl. Don't tell me

Bonnie has brought so much shame to us. I can't even consider her one of us. I hate the fact that our blood runs through her veins. The

you say we can't

the painting on the stage, he explained, "I think we both know Bonnie can't even ask Master Orson to make a painting for her. She must've used dishonorable

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