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."

he could see the slight

raised the bid by two million dollars, subtly reminding him of the day he'd tried to

"Number 18, 40 million dollars," he called

million dollars. Another bid

smirked coldly

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8, 44.3 million dollars," Ophelia chimed in

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deliberately trying to piss me off? Raising it by just 300 thousand dollars? That's got to be

his paddle again. "Number 18, 50 million dollars. This matched Hastings

Harry another glance. She chuckled softly

a glance with Christopher beside her. Their faces were

in his throat, making it

else found Ophelia's bidding in the front row slightly

him pushed it down. "Mr. Hastings, we can't bid any higher. We're already two million

Harry's blood boil. "Who's the manager here, you or me? What does it matter if we go a little over budget? Hastings Group can afford

paddle. "Number 8, 56 million dollars." With each of Harry's bids, she consistently raised the price by two

jaw, raising his paddle once more. "Number 18, 70 million dollars." Even at that price for

8, 72 million dollars,"

arm, urging, "Mr. Hastings, you can't bid any higher. They've set a trap, and you're falling right into it. They're deliberately bidding up." "Indeed,

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

He'd push Ophelia to win the plot at an astronomical price. 'Let's see how she plans to pay for it,' he sneered. 'When she can't afford it, the land will end up with Hastings Group anyway.' With that thought, Harry raised the paddle again. "Number

dollars." Ophelia's swift

continued, tension mounting with

million dollars," Ophelia

'You wanted to play this game, didn't you?

merely raised an eyebrow. This time, she didn't raise her paddle. Instead, she turned to Harry with a sly smile, her

mean?' Harry's spine stiffened. As the gavel fell, his heart sank with it. Why did she stop

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