Chapter 48 The Auction Begins
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Before his voice had fully settled, Willam followed closely behind “200 million”
Dressed in a dark suit, his hair neatly styled, Warn exuded confidence.
With these two taking the lead, the competition grew fiercer Bids soared higher, and the tension in the room stretched tant lae a drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.
Smaller families and businesses soon found themselves priced out, shaking their heads in resignation. They could only watch from the sidelines as the corporate titans battled it out
Before long, the bid had climbed to 660 million dollars, significantly narrowing the playing field.
At that moment, the man who had remained silent beside Mr. Campbell–his assistant, Turner Howell–finally raised his paddle. His voice was calm, deliberate: “One billion dollars.”
The moment the words left his lips, the entire room fell silent. The weight of that number crashed down like a bombshell, leaving even the most seasoned business elites momentarily stunned.
The Jackson family’s expressions darkened. They knew the Campbell family was powerful, but they hadn’t anticipated this level of financial dominance.
While others were raising their bids by 3 or 30 million at a time, the Campbell family had effortlessly increased it by a staggering 300 million dollars.
One billion dollars–this was already brushing against the Jackson family’s budget ceiling. But backing down now meant all their prior efforts would be for nothing.
Harry turned to William.
William furrowed his brows, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. After a brief moment of thought, he gave Harry a nod
There was no choice–they had to join forces.
If they successfully acquired the Eastville land, they would develop it together.
With William’s financial backing, Harry regained his confidence and raised his paddle once more: “1.2 billion dollars.*
He even shot a smug glance at Mr. Campbell, silently provoking him.
However, Mr. Campbell didn’t even spare him a look.
Turner, his expression unchanged, calmly placed another bid: “1.5 billion dollars.”
Once again, an increase of 300 million.
Harry refused to back down: “1.7 billion dollars.*
Turner: “2 billion dollars.”
Harry gritted his teeth: “2.2 billion dollars!”
Turner: “2.7 billion dollars.”
Harry and William both shot to their feet, staring at Mr. Campbell and Turner in disbelief.
2.7 billion dollars? This price was approaching
Harry glared at Giovani Campbell and snapped,
Successfully unlocked!
At last, Giovani turned to look at him. His voice was indifferent: “Bid.”
His expression remained unshaken, as if he were merely stating a simple fact: No matter what price you offer, I’ll raise it again.
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Even if the Jackson and Connor families combined their financial power, their maximum limit was 3.3 billion dollars. If they exceeded that, the Jackson family risked a financial crisis.
Arthur sat to the side, his face grim, lips pressed tightly together, unable to do anything but watch in frustration.
William wasn’t faring much better. Outwardly, he maintained a calm demeanor, but the anxiety flickering in his eyes betrayed his true emotions.
Both families had poured immense resources into this bid–failure would mean a massive financial blow.
Harry clenched his fists and made one last desperate bid: “3 billion dollars.”
But before he could even finish his sentence, Turner had already lifted his paddle. “3.3 billion dollars.”
Silence blanketed the hall.
Harry and William exchanged a look, both seeing the same resignation in the other’s eyes. They had lost.
“3.3 billion, going once… going twice… sold!” The auctioneer’s gavel struck down with a triumphant thud, sealing the deal.
The Campbell family had won the Eastville land plot. The mood among the Jackson and Connor families sank to rock bottom. Arthur was fuming but had no choice but to suppress his anger.
Harry slumped into his seat, utterly dejected.
Just as they had feared–the Campbell family, a century–old financial titan, had secured 3.3 billion dollars without so much as batting an eye.
Harry and Arthur locked eyes. There was only one solution left:
Camila had to marry Giovani. That was their only way into the Eastville project.
Taking a deep breath, Harry straightened his suit and forced a polite smile. He walked over to Giovani and extended his hand. “The Campbell family’s reputation precedes you. Seeing it firsthand tonight, I must say–you truly live up to it.”
Giovani remained expressionless but still shook his hand out of courtesy.
Arthur, suppressing his displeasure, forced a grin and said, “Since the auction has concluded, why don’t we continue this discussion in the banquet hall, Mr. Campbell?”
Giovani gave a slight nod of agreement. As they left, he cast Turner a glance.
Understanding the silent command, Turner promptly followed the auctioneer to finalize the land transfer paperwork.
As they entered the banquet hall, Camila arrived at the same time.
The driver immediately spotted Agnes. He hurried over and discreetly slipped something into her palm, whispering, “Agnes, here’s what you wanted.”
Handing it off quickly, he walked away.
Agnes glanced at Co. watching as she scanned the banquet hall.
up a glass of juice and subtly sprinkled the powder into it, stirring it until it dissolved completely.
waiter.
With a smirk, she picked Then, she waved over a
“Take this to her.” She nodd
toward Camila.
The waiter complied and delivered the drink to Camila.
Camila didn’t think much of it.
It
was common for waiters to offer drinks at events like these.
Besides, she hadn’t eaten yet and was feeling a bit hungry, so she grabbed the drink and walked toward the dessert table, sipping as she nibbled on a pastry.
Agnes watched, a wicked glint in her eyes.
Swaying her hips, she strutted toward Camila.
“You look like you’ve never seen good food before. Honestly, it’s embarrassing.”
Camila was just about to take a bite of her cake when she heard Agnes‘ annoying voice.
She set her plate down and coldly retorted, “Agnes, have I been too kind to you? You better stay away from the swear, I’ll smash this cake right into your face. Let’s see who’ll be embarrassed then.”
Agnes‘ expression twisted with rage. She wanted nothing more than to claw at Camila’s beautiful face.
But she held back.
erwise, I
After all, Camila had already drunk the spiked juice. Smirking, Agnes sneered, “Enjoy your moment while it lasts, bitch.” Something in her tone sent a chill down Camila’s spine. Her expression darkened. “What do you mean? Speak clearly.”
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