The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 142

“Four million.” A potbellied man raised his paddle.

Akio did the same. “Six million.”

Just like that, the price was raised by whole two million.

No one dared to outbid him for the simple reason that he was Akio Ono, Chief of Pollerton Translations. The power and influence that man had in Pollerton were beyond imagination. Outbidding someone like him essentially meant stepping on his toes, and that would be seeking death.

“Six million, going once, going twice...”

“Ten million,” Rupert said suddenly.

He directed a smirk at Akio. “I'm rather fond of this item. However, if Mr. Ono likes it too, I'm happy to concede.”

The meaning behind his words was clear -despite the wealth and power Akio held, Rupert was not intimidated by him, much unlike the others.

Akio smiled in return. “Fifteen million.”

Rupert got the cue. “Well, I offer my congratulations then, Mr. Ono,” he said with a shrug.

“Fifteen million, going once, going twice... Last chance to place your bid before the hammer falls,” Sixten called.

Akio swept his gaze across the room, expression haughty. There was no mistaking his purpose here tonight - to assert dominance. Anyone who dared oppose him would face severe consequences. He would make sure of that.

Donald chose this moment to speak up. “Twenty million,” he said without looking up, casually prodding at some cake with a silver fork.

Everyone turned their attention to Donald. Many of them were eyeing him with varying degrees of surprise and skepticism.

Jennifer was stunned. Twenty million? Where did he get so much money from ?

Akio's gaze turned steely as he gave Donald a sharp look.

All the guests at the charity gala tonight were prominent business leaders in Pollerton, and every single one of them was deferential to Akio.

The business leaders all knew that the charity gala was supposed to be Akio's show. He would do something like this every year as a means to flaunt his power. It was hence surprising to see someone with the audacity to publicly embarrass Akio.

The same thought crossed everyone's mind: Who is that young man? Is he for real?

Upon seeing Donald, Sixten contemplated for a moment before breaking into a cold smile.

Akio followed up with another bid.

“Twenty-two million.”

Donald held out three fingers. “Thirty million.”