My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 844

The starting price of this luxury car belonging to Lucile was 30 million with an increment of a million for every bid. Vincent hiked up the price to 40 million in a single go, while Taylor merely increased the price by a million. The implication of this was rather obvious.

Vincent cast a glance in Michael’s direction. He’d been long since aware of Michael’s identity as Mark’s biological grandson and a descendant of the Fletcher Family. However, he’d never cared a whit about him. After all, Mark’s influence was limited to the military, and Michael wasn’t in the military, so he wasn’t worth a damn.

Seemingly sensing his gaze on him, Michael looked in his direction. His eyes were gleaming as though he was resolute to win, and beside him, Scarlett seemed to be harboring some kind of expectation as well.

Just after he’d called out his bid, another person raised his bidder card. “42 million.” The person who bid was the heir of a particular European conglomerate, a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes.

“44 million.”

There were successive bids, all by people who boasted an impressive background. Besides, all of them were men. While this car might be contrary to men’s tastes, all who bid on it were men. At a single glance, one could tell that some were bidding for their female companions, such as Vincent and Michael, while some had their sights on the car’s former owner.

Rumor had it that Fass’ daughter, Lucile, was breathtakingly beautiful and was only in her early 20s, yet to be married. Regretfully, she kept an extremely low profile and wore a mask during all her appearances. If one could make the acquaintance of this superbly fair, wealthy, and stunning lady and start a relationship with her, one’s entire family would be spared several years of struggle. Thus, many European celebrities and royalty flew over from Europe and America just to attend this auction. This auction was destined to be a bloodbath, for it wasn’t only a car, but also a chance to make the acquaintance of the eldest young lady of the Michel Family!

Vincent had known that it’d be a financial battle from the beginning itself, so he again whipped out his bidder card. “50 million!”

The crowd went into an uproar. It’s just been a mere few rounds, yet the bid has gone up by more than ten million!

However, there were still people who continued bidding despite it being 50 million. “51 million.” Michael raised his bidder card.

“53 million!” It was a European royal prince who called out the bid.

“55 million!” This time, it was a prince from a country rich with oil in the Middle East.

Harry hurriedly joined in the fun. “57 million.” He definitely wasn’t buying it since he’d save the middlemen fee if he got it from Sophia directly. Thus, he was merely playing the game now and driving the price up.

Emanating a cold air, Vincent swept a disdainful gaze over the crowd. With his utmost confidence as the Young Master of the Mitchell Family, he squeezed the slightly anxious Faye’s petite hand before loudly proclaiming, “60 million!”

Faye was over the moon. After all, who wouldn’t be moved in her shoes? Is there a woman who won’t be envious of me to have a fiancé who’s throwing away money recklessly for my sake? She glanced at Sandra out of the corner of her eye, only to see that her eyes were blazing with jealousy. However, Ian knew that Vincent was determined to win the bid for the car today, so he’d long since given up bidding. Since Cooper Mitchell is here today, the opportunity to stand out naturally has to be given to Mitchell from Alex’s line. Thus, she was set on showing off before Cooper. While she was inwardly ecstatic, she still needed to keep up appearances. “Why don’t we just call it a day, Vincent?”

Gazing at her, Vincent flashed her a gentle smile. “It’s fine. It’s just a drop in the bucket.” This amount was actually quite taxing to him, but he was dead set on getting the car.

When the price had gone up to 60 million, a group of bidders gave up, but still, some persevered. Of those, some were merely hiking up the price, while others were truly wealthy. “61 million.” This was from Michael who was driving up the price.

“62 million.” This was Sean who was likewise driving up the price.

“65 million.” This was the truly wealthy heir to the European conglomerate.