She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 620: The Cloud Auction

Benson took the glass of wine handed to him and downed it in one go. The gesture prompted the two to glance at each other.

Gracie absentmindedly played with her goblet, interestedly examining the blood-red liquid within.

She slowly spoke, "Young man, this wine packs quite a punch. Drinking it like this can easily lead to intoxication."

"Not your concern."

"Tsk tsk, is this how you talk to your elders?"

Gracie raised the goblet with a faint smile, her red lips pursed as she took a sip. She closed her eyes, savoring the slightly bitter and astringent taste spreading across her tongue. Miraculously, after swallowing, she experienced an unprecedented hint of sweetness. This was the charm of wine - bitter first, then sweet. Tasting wine was not just about savoring the drink; it was about savoring life, and even more so, the journey of life.

After both had calmed down, Sam finally mentioned the purpose of calling them out - the map.

"It's been almost two months. Haven't you found the map?" He asked in a cold tone.

Benson, looking troubled, shook his head and replied in a chilly voice, "It's not that I haven't looked, but Cheyenne has been suffering from memory loss and hardly remembers anything."

Gracie and Sam exchanged glances. Sam tapped the table rhythmically with a slender finger.

"Is there a way to stimulate her memory recovery quickly?"

"There is."

The exquisite woman affirmed, "That would be-hypnosis!"

the table. The bottom of the cup collided with the tabletop, emitting

Hypnosis?

table, clenched into a fist. He had a question at the

medicine. Cheyenne, however, accompanied by Yvonne, Jay, and

could be sold as long as there was a buyer. From boring northern black soil to the air,

calligraphy and paintings, medicinal materials, and some world-renowned jewelry. Only those with VIP membership could enter for trading. However, VIP membership for the Cloud Auction was not easily obtained; at the very least,

and from 5 billion

with no more than ten esteemed guests. Behind them lay mystery and power, making people curious.

swiped the card at the door earlier, she found that the number on it had changed

security guards, who initially looked down on them, as they

in,"

her legs

made it into the

as the largest auction house in the country,

one could see

to enter

soon as Cheyenne and the others entered the venue, a beautiful

the consignor or the bidder?" the waitress

her wide-brimmed hat, and her sweet and gentle voice came. "I'm looking

her voice fell, the beautiful waitress was stunned for a

in her seven-centimeter high-heeled shoes,

here, esteemed guest.

appraiser of the

had to pass through his eyes