Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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"Next up is Lot 4, the Seabreeze property in East Harbor. The starting bid is 27 million dollars, the auctioneer announced.

Bidding paddles flew up across the room in quick succession, a dear sign of the fierce competition for this prime piece of real estate. "Number 45, 60 million dollars," a voice from the crowd called out.

Barely a heartbeat passed before another bidder chimed in, "Number 23, 63 million dollars.

"Number 5, 65 million dollars," yet another determined buyer countered.

The bids continued to climb rapidly. Finally, Gilmore Properties secured the lot for 78 million dollars, drawing applause from the crowd.

"The West End Soccer Field is up next," Harry's secretary whispered in his ear.

Harry's gaze remained fixed in Ophelia's direction. He was still puzzling over how she had managed to scrape together seven million dollars for investment.

"Mr. Hastings? The West End Soccer Field is next." The secretary repeated, a bit louder this time.

Harry snapped back to attention, taking a deep breath. "Right, I heard you," he replied, refocusing on the task at hand.

The auctioneer's voice rang out. "Next up is Lot 5, West End Soccer Field. Starting bid is 22 million dollars."

There was a pause, and then the bidding continued. "Number 41, 27 million dollars." Someone raised their paddle.

Another quickly chimed in, "Number 10, 28 million dollars."

Harry confidently raised his paddle. "Number 18, 30 million dollars." His bid exuded determination. Several CEOs who knew him well cast admiring glances his way, impressed by his boldness and initiative.

Harry lifted his chin, feeling proud. This was his first time taking charge, and he was determined not to disappoint his father.

However, his moment of triumph was short-lived. In the front row, Ophelia raised her paddle. "Number 8, 32 million dollars."

Ophelia spoke languidly, not forgetting to throw a challenging glance back at Harry. Her eyes were filled with undisguised contempt. Harry, who had been riding high just moments ago, couldn't stand for this. He was determined to win this plot of land at all costs. "Number 18, 37 million dollars," Harry called out confidently and thought, 'Let's see her try to outbid me now."

where Harry stood, he could see the

him of the day he'd tried to sign

ignited Harry's competitive spirit. "Number 18, 40 million

million

didn't raise her paddle. Harry smirked coldly and declared, "Number

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8, 44.3 million dollars," Ophelia chimed

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trying to piss me off? Raising it by

18, 50 million dollars. This

head, giving Harry another glance. She chuckled

a glance with Christopher beside her. Their faces

his throat, making it hard to

front row slightly odd,

to raise his paddle when the appraiser next to him pushed it down. "Mr. Hastings, we can't bid any higher. We're already two million dollars

boil. "Who's the manager here, you or me? What does it matter if we go a little

her paddle. "Number 8, 56 million dollars." With each of Harry's bids, she consistently raised

million dollars." Even at that price for

8, 72 million

grabbed Harry's arm, urging, "Mr. Hastings, you can't bid any higher. They've set a trap, and you're falling right into it.

first, Harry had been caught up in the heat of the moment. But now, even he wasn't foolish enough to miss what was happening. He recognized Ophelia's game-she was trying to manipulate the situation. Yet, he still believed she was too inexperienced to

it,'

8, 75 million dollars." Ophelia's swift response

war continued, tension mounting

78 million dollars," Ophelia

18, 80 million dollars." Harry's eyes narrowed. 'You wanted

time, she didn't raise her paddle. Instead,

gavel fell, his heart sank with it. Why did she stop

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