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.

barely finished her words before the first bid

hundred million," called an elderly gentleman in a crisp suit, his hair silver at the

another voice chimed

"Seven hundred million."

"Eight hundred million."

one after another, voices overlapping,

stood at the heart of the crowd,

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

Elbert's face grew paler,

desperately. He couldn't let anyone else

that thought, Elbert pushed his

was cool

about earlier-I misunderstood your granddaughter," he said, voice tinged with remorse. If he'd known what kind of treasure she intended to give him, he would never have refused

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

"If

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

face drawn. He was still reeling from the shock of seeing his own granddaughter so casually produce a Vitaflux pill, and now she was auctioning it off before