Slumdog Billionaire Husband by Rayden Berg

Chapter 120 Raise Your Bidding Paddle

Tyrone came from a wealthy family. And Arnold, Koen, and Justin were even more loaded than him. They were all among the richest in Sacramento.

They were sitting in the front row, and no one dared to provoke them.

Arnold looked at Justin’s bandaged hand and said with a smile, “Tsk, tsk. Justin, come on. I can’t believe you let an ex-con, an outcast of your family, do this to you. And he’s doing fine no less. If I were you, I’d be so humiliated now.”

Justin snorted and sat in situ with his legs crossed. He curled his lips and said, “Tyrone told me something funny today. It’s about you and Koen’s incident in Splendor Restaurant You wanted to kick Gerald out of the restaurant, yet you thought too highly of yourself In the end, it was you who got kicked out by Harper.”

Arnold glared at Tyrone and then sneered, “Sooner or later, I will show Harper the consequences of offending me.”

Then he looked at Justin and asked, “What do you think? Are you interested in teaching Gerald a lesson together with me?”

“How?” Justin asked indifferently.

“Easy I provide men, and you provide the money we need,” Arnold said. “Gerald has been strong. since he was a kid. He is good at fighting. I know some fighters, and I have a lot of connections. I’ll get someone to kick his ass, and you’ll be responsible for compensation. How does it sound?”

“No problem,” Justin said calmly.

Koen remained cool. Instead of getting involved with their conversation, he just sat in situ and said, “The auction is about to begin.”

Behind them, Gerald was in his seat. Keira, who was beside him, said excitedly, “It is said that there

will be a lot of valuable things in this auction. I don’t think I’ll be able to afford any of them. I’m just

here window-shopping.”

Gerald nodded.

He knew something about antiques, yet he wasn’t interested. Knowing antiques was simply a must

for Watchmen.

Reece was behind them. He smiled and said, “It’s OK. Keira, just tell me what you like, and I’ll buy it

for you.”

Keira frowned and ignored him.

Reece snorted. Then he patted Gerald on the shoulder and said, “Asshole, get up and exchange.

seats with me.”

back. He had no intention of

till the auction is over You

front, a light was moving slowly

who was dressed up walked slowly

have seen her somewhere before Gerald

was stunned. She whispered, “She is Cassidy Birrell, the

is so popular in Sacramento now

star

pay much

already walked to the front with a charming smile on her face. Then she raised the mic and said, “Everyone, welcome to today’s auction. We are very honored to invite you, the notables in Sacramento, to be here. Let’s go straight to the auction part, shall

was no live broadcast or TV recording. Therefore, Cassidy directly announced the beginning of the auction.

mic in one

first lot is a painting that’s hundreds of years old. It is the authentic work of Horace Cain, a famous ancient

a painting in their arms and slowly unrolled it in front

at the painting and smiled, “Really? No one

host of today’s auction, like us, is one of the biggest antique dealers in the country. Trading fakes will be the same as ruining his brand,” behind Gerald, Reece sneered. “Do you know the price of

see. No wonder you told Keira that she wouldn’t get any fakes. After all, the items being auctioned today are all authentic

so angry that his face turned

to Gerald, said, “Wow! An authentic work of Horace! Check out

like it?”

it. Well, I’m not keeping my hopes up. There’s no way I can afford

I have a similar authentic work of Horace at home. Why don’t I give both of them to

that. Thanks,” Keira said

Cassidy, who was on stage, smiled and said, “The opening bid

second, behind Gerald, Reece raised the bidding paddle in his hand and said, “3.6

million dollars!”

“Reece Saxton from Nebula Antiques? Why is

branches in antique markets

that he was recognized, Reece was

“4.2 million dollars!”

saw a slim woman wearing sunglasses. Because of the sunglasses, he couldn’t see her face, yet he

snorted coldly and said indifferently, “4.5 million dollars!”

the price by 300

and said, “Mr. Saxton, No. 108, offered

“5 million dollars.”

was still that woman. She looked calm.

People kept bidding.