Meanwhile, Jenny was looking around. "Lady Lionheart's bid stands at 3 billion. Do I hear another bid?"

Trevor was frowning but stayed silent instead of continuing to compete against Sif.

Sif mistook it as Trevor showing weakness and was unable to compete further.

Smiling with smug disdain, she asked, "Why the silence? Go on, keep bidding—let's see how much dough you have, challenging us Lionhearts."

"Actually, you can have it since you like it," Frank suddenly said quietly.

If anything, buying an underdeveloped Hyperion Root at three billion dollars only proved Sif's immaturity and experience.

"I can have it?'" Sif snorted, folding her arms before her chest. "Pretty words, but just admit you can't afford it. Do I really need your handouts? How shameless can you be?"

and refrained from

left Sif annoyed, and his smile left her

and frightening

really upsetted

harassing him—if she did, it would show everyone how petty she was, and she would lose more than what

she returned to her

his eyes, the frustration in Sif's expression not

the ninety-year-old Hyperion Root for the

treasure from my family's troves," Jenny announced and pulled off a red cloth to reveal a white stalactite as thick as a person's arm. "It's a milk-white stalactite—never processed or sculpted, one of the

face fell when he saw

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