CHAPTER 467: THREE HUNDRED MILLION FOR A NECKLACE? MY WIFE IS WORTH MORE THAN THAT

Everyone in the room, including the chief auctioneer, couldn’t help but show expressions of astonishment.

After recovering from their initial shock, the crowd immediately erupted into hushed whispers.

"Three hundred million?

A direct fifty-million increase?"

"Now that’s what I call throwing money around!

They’re clearly dead set on winning this."

"Looks like someone’s determined to snatch that amethyst set right out of Mr. Harrison’s hands."

"Who on earth is in VIP Box five?

To have that kind of financial firepower..." "Rumor has it they’re an American tycoon, but no one seems to know their exact identity." ...

The staggering three-hundred-million bid instantly sent the auction into a frenzy.

"Sweetheart," Camilla turned to Sinclair with wide eyes, her surprise evident.

"I never said I wanted it."

She had deliberately kept her expression neutral, not wanting him to spend extravagantly on her behalf.

A faint smirk played on Sinclair’s lips as his fingers traced idle circles against the curve of her waist.

"But I want to give it to you."

"But I already have..." Camilla was about to say more when Sinclair’s clear, warm voice gently interrupted her.

"I’ve heard," his voice was deep and slightly hoarse, carrying a serious undertone, "that disliking someone’s gift often means disliking the person themselves.

Is that the case for you, Camilla?"

Camilla: ?! No matter how quick-witted she was, she found herself at a loss for words against her husband’s blatant emotional manipulation.

Seeing her speechless in his arms, Sinclair pressed a kiss to her forehead, the smile on his lips deepening.

The air between them was thick with sweetness.

Taylor waited until the scent of smoke had completely faded from his clothes before returning to the private room.

Taylor resumed his original seat, leaning back in the chair as he regarded his friend with amusement.

"I stepped out for a smoke, only to hear you’ve been splurging like there’s no tomorrow?"

So this was what Sinclair had been holding out for all along.

Then again, after gifting the Ocean’s Heart, only something truly extraordinary could top that.

"Mmm," Sinclair’s dark eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at the screen, a low chuckle escaping him.

"For Camilla, what’s a fortune worth?"

True enough.

Taylor pressed his lips together, a faint smile playing at the corners.

Under normal circumstances, even a fortune wouldn’t mean much to someone like him.

Let alone when it came to the one he held dear.

Taylor turned his head, his amused gaze settling on the electronic screen before him.

This move would undoubtedly make a bold entrance into E Country’s financial circles.

Meanwhile—

Juliet’s subtle smirk froze the moment an unexpected bid rang out.

She never anticipated a last-minute wildcard would appear to ruin her plans.

"Pfft—"

Noticing Juliet’s expression, Queen couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

Seems like someone celebrated too soon.

But... Box No. 5.

Her long, thick lashes fluttered slightly.

My mind flashed back to the two men I’d glimpsed in the private booth earlier.

Comparing their voices, I immediately recognized which one had placed that ice-cold bid.

In the sudden hush of the booth, Queen’s light chuckle rang out conspicuously.

Harrison shot her a glare, his brows furrowed in displeasure.

"Queen, what’s so funny?"

"I’ll laugh at whatever I please," she retorted, rolling her eyes at him.

"Since when do you get to tell me what to do?"

She had no intention of humoring Harrison.

"You—" Already irritated by the botched deal, Harrison’s temper flared at her defiance.

"Harrison, let it go," Juliet interjected, eager to avoid a scene that might delay the auction. She tugged at his sleeve.

"Queen, don’t forget what Mom told you. If you keep acting this spoiled, don’t expect me to cover for you later."

Queen scoffed internally: *Cover for me? Oh, spare me the favor!*

Harrison’s temple throbbed with a visible vein, yet he knew full well there was nothing he could do to Queen.

Reluctantly, he took the out Juliet offered.

Harrison turned to Juliet, about to tell her that no matter how exquisite this so-called "one-of-a-kind" set was, it absolutely wasn’t worth 300 million.

There was no need to keep bidding.

But before he could speak, Juliet beat him to it.

"Harrison," she said softly, her voice dripping with understanding, "300 million is no small sum.

There’s no need to keep competing with him over this."

Her gaze lingered on the diamond set displayed on the screen before she turned back to him, her expression gentle yet resolute.

"Let’s just go."

Her words, delivered with such perfect timing and grace, effectively cut off whatever he had been about to say.

And just like that, his competitive spirit flared.

"Don’t worry, Juliet," he declared, forcing confidence into his tone.

"I promised I’d win this for you, and I will."

But the truth gnawed at him.

million *was* a staggering amount.

Bidding any higher would undoubtedly draw his parents’.

The simplest solution?

Make the other party back down. Ah, this was Juliet’s brilliance at work.

She wanted the diamonds, yet she had a way of making *him* feel like he had no choice but to give them to her.

Queen observed everything with a cold smirk curling at the corners of her lips.

A glint of frost flashed in Harrison’s eyes before he raised his hand and pressed the auction button.

But this time, instead of directly raising the bid, he spoke.

"Pause the auction for fifteen minutes."

Halting the auction for a quarter of an hour was an exclusive privilege reserved for VIP members.

The reason was simple—those who could enter this auction were already among the elite, and those seated in the private boxes were the crème de la crème.

As the organizers, they couldn’t afford to offend any of them.

The best solution was to let them negotiate among themselves.

This fifteen-minute privilege was precisely for that purpose.

The auction organizers immediately sent the host onstage to keep the atmosphere lively, while attendants swiftly moved through the room, refilling tea and water, and replacing refreshments for all attendees.

Once the auction was paused, Harrison stood abruptly and turned to a nearby attendant.

"Take me to Box No. 5."

Harrison was going in person—there was no way that bidder would dare to challenge him further.

"Harrison..." Juliet wanted to say something to dissuade him, but Harrison merely gave her a reassuring look.

"Don’t worry, Juliet.

I’m just going to have a word with the people inside.

Stay here and wait for me."

Juliet didn’t argue, nodding silently.

Meanwhile, Queen, recalling the three people in Box No. 5, frowned in concern that Harrison might go too far.

She stood up and followed him out. Seeing her sister trail after Harrison, Juliet’s brow furrowed.

"Queen, where are you going?"

Without turning back, Queen replied, "Going to watch the show."

Not wanting to leave Harrison and Queen alone together, Juliet hesitated for a few seconds before rising from her seat and heading toward Box No. 5 as well.

The event organizers, sensing the tension, quietly trailed behind the group.

Negotiations were one thing, but they couldn’t afford any trouble—none of these people were to be trifled with.

Kai, watching as Harrison and the others approached his private booth, frowned.

"Sir, can I help you?"

"Open the door."