Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 163

The movement was so dramatic, it seemed to whip up a gust of air.

"One and a half billion."

His voice rang out, clear and commanding, brimming with power and an unwavering sense of resolve. He’d skipped right past the usual incremental bids, raising the starting price by a staggering fifty percent in a single leap.

A collective gasp rippled through the auction hall, stifled but unmistakable.

A flash of wild delight crossed Zayden’s eyes.

Good. Julian hadn’t let him down.

Gwyneth, too, turned to Julian in shock.

A confident smile played on Julian’s lips. Behind his glasses, his gaze was sharp and unyielding, as if victory was already his.

Bennett slowly turned his head, his gaze landing on Julian once more.

There was still no surprise in his expression—just a hint of cold amusement, the barest curve at the corner of his mouth.

But Bennett didn’t raise his paddle.

Instead, for the briefest moment—so quick it nearly went unnoticed—his eyes flicked toward an unremarkable corner of the hall.

Just as everyone braced themselves, sure that Bennett would retaliate—

From that very corner, a man almost lost in the shadows—face obscured by oversized sunglasses—calmly lifted his bidding paddle.

A cool, detached voice cut through the tension:

"Two billion."

Two billion.

It wasn’t Bennett.

It was some total unknown—a mysterious figure no one recognized.

The hall erupted into an even louder uproar, like cold water splashed into hot oil.

Who was this?

All eyes darted frantically toward the corner.

Who would dare to insert themselves between Bennett and Julian at a moment like this—let alone raise the bid straight to two billion?

Even more shocking was that Bennett showed no sign of responding.

Was he really just here to watch?

Had everyone misread him?

Now, every gaze snapped back to Julian.

Would he keep going?

After all, two billion was already double the starting price.

The confident smile froze on Julian’s face.

Slowly, he removed his gold-rimmed glasses, pressing his fingers hard against the bridge of his nose. A flicker of confusion and cold fury flashed in his eyes.

He forced down the surge of anger, beckoning his trusted aide, Duncan, over. His voice dropped to a frosty whisper:

"Find out who that guy in the back with the sunglasses is. Does he have a death wish, trying to snatch this from Locke Group?"

Orders given, he put his glasses back on, forcing his composure to return. But deep in his eyes, a chill had settled—a hint of something far more dangerous.

Drawing a deep breath, Julian raised his paddle again. His voice was still strong, but now it carried a tinge of forced confidence:

"Three billion!"

Three billion.

A sum that would make most mid-sized companies balk in terror.

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