The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 264

Chapter 264 Focus On What Truly Matters

In front of the large screen, Corrine’s eyes unintentionally caught Bruce and Leah among the spectators.

Bruce’s efforts for Leah had surpassed her expectations.

Corrine, however, was not one to bow out gracefully, particularly against those who had wronged her before.

She swiftly grabbed the intercom and signaled Jacob with a clear gesture.

Zayn, the auctioneer, swept his gaze over the attendees authoritatively, pausing only to glance at Jacob before starting his call. “Two hundred and ten million. Going once.”

“Three hundred million,” Jacob lazily said, casually raising his paddle before Zayn could

continue.

Zayn was left momentarily speechless.

The room burst into chaos, filled with gasps and murmurs spreading like a sudden

wave.

Every head turned in Jacob’s direction, their expressions a mix of curiosity and

astonishment.

The crowd craned their necks, eager to see the big spender. Bruce was curious too.

Bruce had set his limit at two hundred and ten million, never expecting someone to outbid him so dramatically.

Rita leaned forward, trying to get a clearer view. She had anticipated seeing some flamboyant tycoon; instead, she saw a plain–looking older man.

If it weren’t for his crisp suit and the jaw–dropping bid he had placed, he would have

remained unnoticed.

“Leah, who is this guy?”

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Chapter 264 Focus On What Truly Matters

Leah’s face tensed slightly. “Forreal categorizes memberships into three levels: top–tier, mid–tier, and entry. The top–tier members typically don’t attend in person; they send proxies.”

This meant Jacob was acting on behalf of a top–tier member.

Rumors had circulated that one needed assets over one hundred billion to be considered for the top–tier membership.

That was merely a conservative estimate.

Even if the Ashton and Burgess families sold all their assets, they still couldn’t match the financial power of whoever was backing Jacob.

Only those rare individuals in possession of a black gold card could rival such financial

power.

Yet, no one had ever been seen using one in public.

Bruce’s hands tightened into fists, and he looked at Leah regretfully. “Leah, I’m sorry we

fell short.”

“It’s alright,” Leah responded gently, her expression soft. “Perhaps that diamond was

never meant for us.”

Internally, however, she was furious.

She resented that Bruce lacked the influence to secure top–tier membership. She despised the fact that there were people whose wealth dwarfed their own to such an

extent.

At the same time, in a luxurious VIP suite overlooking the auction, a man lounged