"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."

stop bidding then. I don't even have to bid on it, either. I know Orson personally, so it wouldn't have

more

the private room, and Yolanda asked in exasperation, "Who was that? She's dumping loads of

but she also

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

heard her, she sighed in relief and said, "You have

would she have torn Master Orson's painting during the party? I still can't believe she rejected

can pin

how you can still defend

that our blood runs through her veins. The thought of it makes me want to bleed her out." The disdain

why did you say we

can't even ask Master Orson to make a painting for her. She

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