Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver Novel Full Episode novel Chapter 655

"Two billion and one hundred million!" Amon was the first to shout.

Brody did not back down either. "Two billion and two hundred million."

"Two billion and three hundred million," Reed said coldly.

The crowd was at a loss for words. The Fleeceflower was definitely worth a lot of money, but these men would be making a loss if they kept bidding like this.

Nonetheless, it seemed like none of them intended to stop, and the crowd could only watch on as they battled.

Leonard sneered coldly. He was about to raise his hand, when Wilbur got to his feet and said, "I can't believe you're auctioning off a fake. Do you really think we're stupid?"

"What?"

Everyone was shocked to the core. Who the hell was this guy, and how dare he say such things?

The expressions of the Eldor Four, excluding Leonard, changed drastically, and they looked over at Wilbur.

Bruce's gaze flashed dangerously, as Eliam and Jon's expressions turned cold as they glowered at Wilbur.

Leonard stared at Wilbur dumbly for a second before he shouted, "What the hell did you just say? Are you out of your mind?"

Wilbur sighed. "The Fleeceflower's a fake, Mister Thatcher. I can promise you it's not a day older than two thousand years."

"No way!"

"Yeah, this guy's crazy!"

"Mister Hayes, Mister Beckett, and the chairman confirmed themselves that it was real! What is he on about?"

All at once, the crowd broke out into murmurs amongst themselves. However, all of them were against Wilbur and no one was questioning the legitimacy of the Fleeceflower itself.

Wilbur barked out a laugh. "Those Spiritual Pills are hardly worth anything. What a joke."

"How dare you!" Eliam shouted, pointing at Wilbur. "How dare you question my master's Spiritual Pills? I think you've got a death wish."

Yet Bruce merely chuckled. "Don't get riled up now, Mister Hayes. Since this man seems to think so lowly of these Spiritual Pills, I'm sure he's got some skills of his own. Why don't we let him make some Spiritual Pills right here, hm? We'll have nothing to say if they really turn out to be better than your master's, right?"

Eliam sneered, saying nothing.

"However," Bruce's tone turned cold, "If you can't make a Spiritual Pill, or the one you make ends up being subpar, you've got no right to question anything like you did, and you'll have to pay for your words."

The crowd nodded in agreement.

Eliam's master was an Ambience level cultivator, highly skilled in alchemy. How dare this young man slander him like that!