The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 221

There was a time abroad when someone had been willing to put down a billion dollars, desperate to acquire a single Vitaflux pill, and still came up empty- handed.

Money alone couldn't buy this drug; anyone who managed to get their hands on it had to have extraordinary connections or access to exclusive channels.

Just this fact alone made the atmosphere in the room shift dramatically. The guests' attitudes toward Citrine underwent a complete turnaround.

Even if they couldn't win her favor, no one wanted to risk offending Ms. Carmichael. The resources and connections she possessed could mean the difference between life and death in a crisis.

Everyone present was wealthy and influential, and when Citrine announced she would be auctioning off the pill, excitement rippled through the crowd.

For some, this was a life-saving chance; a precious cure for a sick loved one. For others, it was the promise of longevity-something priceless to bring home to an aging parent or grandparent, even if their family was in perfect health.

No one was immune to temptation.

Under dozens of hopeful, burning gazes, Citrine parted her lips and spoke, "Starting bid: five hundred million."

Vitaflux was legendary, nearly impossible to obtain, and no one dared haggle. In fact, no one even thought the price unreasonable. To them, the mere fact this miracle drug was being auctioned tonight made them feel like fortune's favorite.

words before the first

million," called an elderly gentleman in a crisp suit, his hair

another voice chimed

"Seven hundred million."

"Eight hundred million."

came one after another, voices overlapping, filling the hall with

Carmichael, Raymond's father, stood at the heart of the crowd, surrounded by

in a pocket of quiet, with only his grandchildren and Regina Carmichael

soared ever higher, Elbert's face grew paler,

that pill-needed it desperately. He couldn't let anyone else

that thought, Elbert pushed

was cool and

known what kind of treasure

looked at Weston, hope shining in his eyes, silently pleading for help a

"If

misunderstanding, then you should apologize to Citrine," Weston replied with a cold snort, refusing

reeling from the shock of seeing his own granddaughter so casually produce