The bidding price now far exceeded the value of the necklace itself.
The scene was once a bit chaotic. Everyone looked at Mr. Warner and then looked at Mr. Henderson.
The heavy smell of smoke filled the air everywhere, and it was clear that the two big moneymakers had brought their private grudges from outside into the charity party.
At the time Luther quoted a price of 200 million.
She felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Two hundred million for a necklace? Crazy!
Although the money was ultimately donated to the orphanage, they still had other ways to donate. There was no need to start a war at the charitable party!
"Three hundred million."
Justin didn't even blink, and his face was expressionless when he just raised his offer.
This brought the room to an even greater boil, with the whispers almost overriding the voice of the host.
The host's glasses were falling off and he repeatedly asked Justin to confirm, "Mr. Henderson, is it true that you're bidding 300 million?"
Raising the price by 100 million at a time, was this some money burning game of the rich?
Now everyone turned their full attention to Luther.
This was no longer an auction, but a contest between top tycoons.
They were all looking forward to seeing what price Mr. Warner would offer.
Under the anxious and excited eyes of the whole audience…
Luther's thin lips were slightly open, and he was just about to say the word "five".
Suddenly, Joyce lunged forward and poked Luther hard with a chopstick in his arm.
Luther therefore couldn't lift the card, and the "five" he wanted to say turned into a muffled grunt. "Ah!"
Joyce gnashed her teeth behind him and chanted, "What do you need that old necklace for? It's sick."
Knowing it was Joyce behind him, Luther turned around and whispered.
"An old necklace? Didn't you want it?" It was obvious that she had looked at it a few more times. How come it became just an old necklace now? In her eyes, were antiques just old stuff?
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