Amya glanced at Bertha for guidance.

“Mom, what should we do?”

Bertha clenched her teeth and gestured for Amya to increase the bid.

As the auctioneer poised his mallet, Amya intervened.

“Thirty-six million!”

A brief silence ensued.

The auctioneer exclaimed eagerly, “Thirty-six million! Is there anyone else interested in raising the bid?”

The man remained still.

Wyatt’s smirk resonated through the earpiece.

In a calm tone, Wyatt remarked, “There’s no need to continue.

young man exited

declared

applause erupted in

Amya exchanged glances, exhaling a collective sigh of

million, she secured the carved

had finally obtained the

her competitor, but to her disappointment, the seat was

soured as

the exit, informing her, “The driver

We’ll need to wait.

Bertha nodded in understanding.

wait over there,” Amya suggested, assisting

finally over, a sense of relief washed over

secure the

present a gift that fulfills the Miller

hearing this, Bertha felt a weight lift from her shoulders, and her

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