Honey, You're a Billionaire?

"Isn't that the woman who splashed wine on Ms. Young earlier?"

"Who is she? Do I live under the rock or what? How do I not know of such a figure in Regalia?"

"One million? Sure, the suit has great craftsmanship and materials, and belonged to Mr. Young Senior, but one million dollars far exceeds its original value." "Right? She's lavish. Who is she?"

Discussions from all corners of the venue began. Suddenly, a person noticed Miles beside her. "You guys, look! It's Mr. Young!" They were shocked to see them seated together.

"Oh, I remember now. You guys, tell me that isn't the young woman who carried Mr. Young Senior's memorial photo at his funeral!"

That reminder quickly refreshed their memories. "You're not wrong..."

"See? I'm right!"

"Is she a Young family member? Why have I never seen her? What's her connection to the Youngs?"

The numerous questions piqued everyone's interest in the crowd, but they were sure of one thing.

"Regardless of who she is, having the honor to carry Mr. Young Senior's memorial photo at his funeral signifies that her status is extraordinary!"

"Exactly. Not even Mr. Miles got to hold it. Does that mean her status is greater than..."

That assumption led many to be curious about this young woman who held the Number 112 paddle.

However, the unfolding scene was nothing like what Anastasia desired. She simply wanted to make Rose stay by using the suit as bait but didn't anticipate her to steal the spotlight so effortlessly!

Anastasia tightened her fists. A million dollars? Did Rose even have that kind of money?

Averting her gaze from Rose, who was fixated on the suit, Anastasia glanced in a certain direction. As though receiving her signal, a person quickly raised their paddle.

At the same time, another person in a corner had their paddle in the air. "Number 77 has raised the bid to one million and-"

Before the auctioneer could finish, she was interrupted by a voice. "1.5 million dollars!"

What an amount! The crowd simultaneously looked in the same direction, and even Anastasia was shocked. Number 77 wasn't the one she arranged to bid against Rose...

Instead, the number belonged to a woman in a white top and black skirt. Beneath her beret, with long hair cascading over her shoulders, she wore a pair of sunglasses. Although her face was obscured by the eyewear, her facial features were exceptionally striking. At a glance, Rose recognized her. "It's her!" she murmured in disbelief. Rose didn't anticipate her to bid against her.

"1.5 million dollars, offered by this lady. I must say, it is a very high price..." The auctioneer's voice seemingly awoke Rose from her daze.

She only had one goal, which was to retrieve Oliver's suit. As such, she unhesitantly raised the paddle again.

"Ah, Number 112 again. It seems that Miss Number 112 has taken a great liking to this suit. 1.51 million dollars by Number 112..."

"Number 77 has raised the paddle again, bidding at "

"Two million dollars!" The woman's voice rang again.

Everyone focused on her appearance when she raised the bid to 1.5 million earlier, but her voice became the main highlight this time. Her voice was... hoarse and even somewhat unpleasant.

Yet, to Miles, hearing her voice sent a searing pain to his chest. Even if she was hidden by those sunglasses, he recognized who she was!

He struggled to recover from the shock at first glance. He had been seeking the woman he saw at the cemetery the last two days, and to his surprise, he found her here today.

He was confident he had the right person the moment his gaze landed on her, but her voice... What happened to her voice? Suddenly, he felt suffocated.

Nobody noticed Miles' strangeness,

including Rose, who fixed her gaze on Oliver's

firmnessit. She could hear the

firmness in that woman's tone when she bid two million dollars, but Rose shared the same sentiment as her. No matter what, she vowed to retrieve that suit and would not rest until she had it!

Once again, Rose raised her paddle. "2.5 million!" She added 500 thousand to her bid as well!

The auctioneer was startled and ready to announce the bid when Number 77 appeared in the air again. "Three million dollars..."

Rose was surprised by her determination. Still, she proceeded without hesitation. "Four million."

"Five million..."

"Six million!"

Without waiting for the auctioneer to announce the bid, the two shouted their bids back and forth.

In their presence, the crowd couldn't help but glance suspiciously at the suit on stage, wondering whether they had missed something. Perhaps it wasn't a typical suit but a rare vintage. Soon, the bid had raised to a hefty 12 million dollars. The crowd no longer focused on the suit but on the two women instead. Every time they raised their bids, they observed quietly.

Sure, it had been established that the lady with Number 112 was an important member of the Young family, seeing that she sat beside Miles and spent lavishly. But... what about Number 77?

She sat in the corner, and someone

noticed she didn't lift her head once when announcing her bids. It was as if tens of millions of dollars were so insignificant to her that she didn't bother to bat an eye. So,

Swas

she?

The same question plagued Rose's mind. She wanted that suit because it belonged to Oliver. No matter the price, she would retrieve it because it was worth it. But what sentiment did that suit hold for that woman? Rose couldn't comprehend that. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

12 million dollars was just the amount that she could pay with her card, but...

Amid the silence, the hoarse voice rang again. "15 million!"

Anxiety spiked within Rose. If this persisted, she would lose Oliver's suit!

"30 million!" A voice stunned the whole crowd, thinking they had misheard.

Even the auctioneer was taken aback. However, she quickly found her bearings and locked her gaze on the paddle in the air.

"Sir, how much are you bidding again?" She wanted to confirm.

"30 million dollars!" The voice repeated.

This time, everyone in the audience heard it loud and clear. Indeed, it was 30 million dollars... But who was that extravagant individual?

Immediately, everybody turned toward the bidder. A man sporting a custom-made suit sat with crossed legs, yet his demeanor remained distinguishable and imposing. He was none other than... "Clover!"