The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 488

In order not to be looked down upon and be seen as inferior, Ivan did not care about the issue of money anymore. What was on his mind was his image and reputation. He could not afford to lose his face.

After all, as the young master of the Taylor family, the perception of him as being far more superior and better than the trashy son-in-law was natural. His status, his wealth, and his reputation were definitely far more superb compared to Fane's.

It was impossible for him to kneel before Fane and clean his shoes.

Furthermore, he now had the financial support from Young Master Clark-he only needed to cough up 60 million bucks and that was all!

"Young Master Clark, you're truly amazing. You raised the bid!"

"Of course! How could a young master of the Clark family lose to a useless adopted son-in-law?"

"I heard that Fane works for the Drakes as a bodyguard and that his monthly pay is quite high. I’m not sure if it was the Drakes who lent him that amount of money, or perhaps they paid him his salary in advance!"

"His pay is high? Hmph! How high could it be? After all, he's just a tiny little bodyguard."

"He earns twenty million a month, isn't that high?"

The crowd was talking about Fane energetically.

Fane frowned. The thing he cared the least about was money. He was interested in what was going on in that ignorant brain of Ivan's. If Ivan were not an idiot, then why would he still raise the bid at this point?

"What's wrong? Why did you stop? Ha-ha! Are you afraid now? Or have you finally realized just how powerless and insignificant you are? Just kneel and clean my shoes already!”

Ivan thought he had finally won the bet when Fane stopped calling out his price as quickly as the previous rounds. He assumed that Fane had only requested an advance of four months and that 70 million was his limit. If Fane continued to raise the bid again, it would leave him no money to compensate Ivan. Hence, Fane only dared to go up to 70 million. The win belonged to Ivan now.

"Haih, eighty million, then!"

Fane sighed long and hard before he called out a price again. He then added, "Ivan Taylor, your turn!"