The Invisible Mogul novel Chapter 1112

Yasmeen herself simply looked at Gerald before shaking her head.

‘I don’t think you realize how terribly you’re going to suffer later… If you aren’t able to cough out the massive amount of money you’ve stated, then not only will the organizers go after you, but also the Minshalls!’

“A million and five hundred thousand dollars!” shouted Gerald in return.

“Hah! Has that young man already gone mad? He’s probably too far gone to offer a lower price!”

Hearing that, several of the people present began roaring in laughter. Yasmeen herself had become speechless.

“…Mister, you can’t just offer prices this high…!” reminded Wagner with kindness in mind.

“Oh? But I’m not even close to being done! I’ll say it now that regardless of the amount the others bid for, I’ll add another million and five hundred dollars to my next bid!”

“H-hot d*mn!” shouted many of the people present, feeling completely stupefied.

Even Yasmeen gasped out loud.

The Minshalls themselves didn’t dare to shout an even higher amount. After all, while they could easily offer a bid worth a billion and five hundred million dollars, they were well aware that Gerald could just refuse to admit to what he had just said. Should that scenario play out, they would certainly suffer a massive loss!

As the Minshalls continued considering their options, a guard walked over to them and whispered something into their ears.

Following that, the Minshall family members took turns glaring coldly at Gerald before continuing to increase the bid.

At long last, the final bid for the herb landed at seven million dollars! Adding that to the price of the other herbs Gerald had purchased that day, the grand total amounted to a whopping twenty-three million dollars!

Though that amount sounded outrageous, it was honestly somewhat close to what his sister received for pocket money on a daily basis.

Gerald himself had long lost the concept of what expensive meant. Money was just a bunch of boring numbers for him now.

As Yasmeen continued staring at him, she thought, ‘I’d like to see how you’re going to end all this, Gerald!’

Seeing the staff take his now nicely-wrapped herbs out, Gerald walked over to them—with his card in hand—before keying in his password at the payment terminal.

A brief moment later, the staff nodded before replying, “Thank you, sir! Here are your herbs!”

“…What?” muttered Yasmeen to herself.

Eyes widened, the girl was so stunned that she was almost convinced that all this was just a bad dream.