bMy /binitial budget was indeed bthirty /bmillion.

But when Ashley started bidding earlierb, /bbI /bhad silently braised /bbmy /bbudget from thirty million to fifty million in my mind.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford higher bprices/bb. /b

bBut /bbthis /bincense burner was absolutely not worth that much money. I could do more meaningful things with that sum.

With this thought, I quietly lowered my hand.

Cynthia said: “Why don’t you contact Ferrisb?/bb” /b

I had considered bit /btoo.

But would Ferris make Ashley bgive /bup something she wanted because of me?

mpossible.

Even knowing it was impossible, I still tried to mindlink Ferris: b[/bFerris, can you hear-]

The moment I connected with him, Ferris turned around and gave me an ambiguous smile.

The next moment, he forcibly cut off the mindlink.

Ashley happened to look over and saw Ferris seemed distracted, asking: “Someone contacting you?”

‘erris smiled and shook his head without speaking.

.ooking at the mindlink that was cut off without hesitation, the tiny hope I had been holding onto instantly vanished.

My mind went nk for a moment.

ynthia said angrily: “Damn, he’s actually ignoring you!”

At this point, the bidding price had reached ny–five million.

erris smiled politely: “Next time for sure.”

: /bb“/bb…/b”

What a load of bullsh*t!

le raised his paddle, directly pushing the price up to 120 million.

ishley raised her paddle: “150 million.”

zeb: /b“…”

seeing this, Cynthia gritted her teeth and whispered in my ear: “This is the first time I’ve seen ze get schooled.”

Both packs were powerful, with vast territories and abundant resources. Whether in terms of power or wealth rankings, they were existences that other packs poked up to.

This btime /bze’s bidding seemed less crazy than Ferris’s those who didn’t know might think there was a huge gap in their financial capabilities.

That was the bcase/b.

ze was probably just weighing his options, not wanting bto /bspend money wastefully.

bWhile /bFerris, to make a beauty smile, was bdirectly /btreating money like bdirt/b.

With no one else biddingb, /bbthe /bincense burner naturally went to Ashley again.

Ferris looked toward zeb: /b“Thank you.”

ze: b“/bbYou’re /bwee.”

Cynthia said: “At this point, I can only hope that Ashley won’t bid on that starlight crystal bracelet setter.”

bI /bwas thinking the same thing.

But…

Was that possibleb? /b

The starlight crystal bracelet set had a starting price of ten million.

Someone bid fifteen million.

I was the second to bid: “Eighteen million.”

“Twenty million.”

“Twenty–five million.”

Seeing Ashley wasn’t bidding, Cynthia and I both breathed a sigh of relief, but just as I was about to raise my paddle again, Ashley raised hers.

“Fifty million.”

“Wow-!b” /b

Amid the surprised exmations from the entire venue, Ashley calmly lowered her hand.

I gripped my fists, thought for a moment, and bid: “Sixty million.”

“Sixty–five million.”

The bidding voices kept rising, and people at the venue watched us with great interest.