Chapter 72:
Her delicate fingers clenched involuntarily, her nails pressing into her palm, sharp enough to send a sting of pain through her hand.
Why? She couldn’t help but wonder why the brooch had ended up here of all places.
“Oh my! Isn’t this the brooch that belonged to the general of the Rose Empire? How did it end up at an auction here in Multitopia? Wasn’t it declared lost on the battlefield years ago?” an onlooker exclaimed, his tone filled with disbelief.
Someone else scoffed dismissively, “The Rose Empire? That place fell apart three years ago. No one even knows where the Empress is hiding now. It’s nothing more than a relic of a failed state.”
This casual disregard for the fallen empire stirred a murmur of dissent among some of the spectators.
“Despite its fall, the Rose Empire expanded its borders by over fifty thousand kilometers. It’s not for you to judge its worth!” one person retorted defensively.
The conversation about the demise of the Rose Empire was always a delicate and heated topic.
Before the argument could escalate further, a mediator intervened, calming the rising tempers.
“Alright, enough.
Given the general’s distinguished service and the Empress’s personal bestowal, this brooch is valued at over a hundred million. It’s far beyond what any of us could afford.”
Information about such coveted treasures was usually disclosed first to the upper echelons and powerful elite, making it almost impossible for the common folk to even think of competing. Of course, they lacked the courage to compete, either.
As Harlee sat there, her face a picture of astonishment, Brenton remained composed.
He casually asked, “Do you like it?”
Lɒtєѕτ чhɒρτєrѕ ιn gɑl𝑛οvєlѕ.сo𝓂
“Brenton, is it possible for you to purchase it?” Harlee turned to face him, her eyes imbued with a subtle plea.
Raising an eyebrow in surprise, Brenton found it intriguing that Harlee would so readily seek his help, a notion he thought nearly impossible. Yet here she was, asking quite openly.
A wave of unexpected emotion washed over him, but he maintained his poise as he answered, “We’ll see. If the bidding goes too high, I won’t pursue it at a loss.”
As the auction commenced, the starting bid was announced at a staggering one hundred million, and it wasn’t long before it escalated to two hundred and thirty million.
Brenton continued to bid assertively, though he wasn’t alone. Several from prestigious families, including some international magnates, were also fiercely competing. It was evident they all coveted the brooch.
Harlee watched their expressions closely, trying to gauge their financial limits.
Her anxiety began to subside as she noted Brenton’s calm demeanor.
He didn’t pause to consult anyone, suggesting he had the financial backing needed.
Eventually, the frenzied bidding came to a halt at an eye-watering 5.2 billion.
“Five hundred and twenty million, going once.
Anyone else care to bid higher?” The auctioneer’s voice carried a mix of excitement and finality.
“Five hundred and twenty million, going twice!”
Brenton sat composed in the booth, his posture relaxed yet attentive.
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