The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266 Tense Standoff

The red–haired woman faced the crowd’s intense stares with poise, her mysterious smile leaving her motives undisclosed.

Zayn nearly let the gavel slip from his grasp, shocked, but his professional training quickly regained his composure.

He cleared his throat, steadying himself before asking, “Does anyone have a bid over

five hundred million?”

Jacob confidently raised his paddle, declaring, “Six hundred million!”

Without skipping a beat, the red–haired woman said, “Seven hundred million!”

Jacob glanced over at her as she sat in his row, her smile brimming with challenge as she waved playfully.

A slight crease formed on Jacob’s forehead. After receiving a quick directive through his earpiece, he confidently exclaimed, “Eight hundred million!”

The bidding frenzy escalated, shocking Zayn.

While the typical increments were ten million, these two escalated by a staggering

hundred million each time.

This was truly a display where money did all the talking.

The woman’s lips twisted into a bright smile as she called out confidently, “Nine

hundred million.”

From a secluded VIP room, Corrine watched with a hint of chill in her gaze.

“Looks like tonight might not go as you hoped,” Nate said.

With a defiant lift of her eyebrows, Corrine’s face took on an expression of fierce determination. “We’ll just see about that.”

She then reached for her laptop, swiftly transferring a billion to her account, ready for

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the next move.

In another VIP room, the blond man watched the bidding unfold with surprise. He mused to himself about the hidden depths of those involved.

“Lyhaton does have quite a few powerhouses,” he said quietly, his smile subtle and unreadable. “Yet, some still underestimate what’s ahead.”

His crew–cut companion felt a surge of sympathy for the opposing bidder.

His boss was known for always securing his desires.

Going against his boss was a daring, maybe even reckless, decision.

At the auction, the tense standoff between the red–haired woman and Jacob persisted.

“One billion!” the red–haired woman announced confidently, her posture defiant.

A chill seemed to pass over Jacob’s features, his gaze turning cold.

This sum was way beyond what Corrine had allocated for the auction.

Regardless of the red–haired woman’s intentions–whether spiteful or sincere–the bid now surpassed Corrine’s financial limit.

His stare intensified as he looked at her.

With a challenging lift of her eyebrow, the woman’s arrogant presence was unmistakable, even from afar.