The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 42

Linda Taylor went out of the study with utter excitement, and her gloomy mood disappeared in an instant.

After returning to the guest room, she immediately locked the door and could not wait to call her father.

"Hey, Dad, I have good news for you," she exclaimed.

"What good news?"

Henry did not care much about it. As long as his precious daughter did not cause him trouble, he would be grateful.

As for the good news, he did not dare have any expectations.

"Didn't you want to know more about Sebastian's company's detailed plan for the bidding project?" she asked.

"Yeah, how did you know?" he questioned.

"I heard it from Yasmine," she explained.

Hearing his eldest daughter's name, Henry immediately showed more interest and became attentive, "Has your sister asked her husband? Has he told her?"

Linda snorted and said, "She's not so kind. She'd be the happiest if we went bankrupt."

"That's not good news. What a waste of my time to be excited about it."

The disappointment in Henry's tone could not be concealed.

"Dad, why do you only think of Yasmine, never of me? Have you ever thought that I'm also capable of what she can do, and maybe more?" she asked, disheartened.

Her father said, "What do you mean? I'm confused."

"I'll tell you frankly. This time, my brother-in-law's bidding plan is to select a partner through the charity auction at the Phoenix Center on July 13th. That is to say, the highest bidder for the items auctioned at the Phoenix Center will be granted the construction rights of this project."

Linda finished in one breath, but there was no response from the other end of the phone for a long time. She thought that her father did not hear her, so she asked uncertainly, "Dad, did you hear what I said?"

"Yes, but where did you get the information?"

Henry asked in surprise. How could such important information be known to his daughter so easily?

"Don't you believe me?"

Linda was a little unhappy. She thought that her father would at least praise her.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but it's not a trivial matter. I just want to confirm that the information is true. Otherwise, it will cause economic losses," he explained patiently.

"I saw it in my brother-in-law's study. It's really the bidding plan." Henry asked many questions before finally hanging up the phone. He thought about it carefully and realized that it was possible. The current project under Simons Corporation was to build Hope Primary School, which was a charity project itself. The reason why they kept it a secret was that they were afraid that bidders would bid against each other on the day of the auction, and it would be hard to determine the winner.

He had to admit that his son- in- law was smart enough to use such an unprecedented method. Since ancient times, the best things would always fall into the hands of someone charitable.

If his daughter had not notified him, he would definitely lose the bid. He had never been a living saint, so he would not have spent his money on seemingly meaningless things.

After a night's consideration, he finally decided to give it a go. The business world was cruel. To get something, one must give something away.

If he could get the project this time, the profit would be beyond his imagination. Most importantly, if he could cooperate with Simons Corporation in business, there would be endless income in the future.

On July 13th, the weather was clear. Early in the morning, Henry came to Phoenix Center with utter excitement.

He thought he was early, but when he arrived at the center, he found that many people had already arrived. Other than some peers, the others were all officials and dignitaries that he did not know.

It seemed that there were not many competitors. He found a seat and sat down with confidence.

The auction began at nine o'clock sharp. The first item up for bid was just an ordinary cultural relic, but there were many bidders. Henry was determined to win, so naturally, he followed closely.

"One million."

"1.5 million."

"2 million dollars."

"4 million."

"4.5 million dollars."

By the time the price reached six million dollars, basically no one had followed, but there was one person who did not give up. Henry did not know him, and he was sure that he was not his peer, but this person was fond of the item just like him.

"8 million."

He looked at the middle- aged man sitting in the corner in surprise. Who on earth was he? How dared he snatches it from him? Was the cultural relic really worth so much? If it was not for the Simons Corporation project, Henry would not bother taking it even if it was free.

"Eight million going once."

"Eight million going twice."

He was so anxious that his palm began to sweat. If he continued to follow, even if he could get the construction rights, he might not be able to make so much profit. He struggled and finally followed, "Ten million."