Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 514

"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.