"Isn’t it just bidding? If you’ve got the guts, make an offer."
The words were arrogant, the expression flamboyant.
Indeed, as Benjamin Durant said, Luna Durant has a flamboyant and domineering nature.
The shop assistant who had previously attended to Luna was clueless about how to handle the situation. Fortunately, the assistant with Nora Scott whispered a few words to him, and after glancing at Nora twice, he gradually felt relieved.
Nora reached out her hand, took the chanism from the display, and toyed with it, her fingers inadvertently brushing over the ginkgo leaf pattern.
She curled her lips, leaned sideways, and raised an eyebrow at Luna Durant, "You go first, make an offer."
"Thirty thousand."
Red lips curved, Luna Durant quoted a price.
"Three hundred thousand."
Without even lifting an eyelid, Nora Scott nonchalantly raised the bid.
Three hundred thousand.
This was the highest price Nora knew.
Initially, when she auctioned these little trinkets, she sold them for a few thousand yuan at most, but the prices gradually increased. Half a year ago, it even auctioned for three hundred thousand, but in the quarter before she stopped auctioning...
She hadn’t inquired about the prices, but for Boss Alex to be suspicious, the price must have far exceeded three hundred thousand.
After quoting the price, Nora Scott lowered her eyes slightly, observing Luna Durant’s expression.
Unexpectedly, Luna Durant was stunned for a few seconds, then furrowed her brows and incredulously said to Nora, "Are you crazy? Thirty thousand for such a lousy trinket?"
?
Does she not know the industry price?
With doubts in her heart, Nora toyed with the small item, leisurely saying, "I have money, I’m happy. If you can’t afford it, you can give up."
"Heh, trying to goad ? I really fall for these tricks."
Luna Durant, unwilling to show weakness, stared back at Nora and continued to bid, "Five hundred thousand."
"One million."
Before Luna Durant’s voice even fell, Nora Scott had already made a new offer.
"..."
Caught off guard, Luna Durant’s eyes widened, nearly choking.
"Are you just burning money?"
"Ah."
Nora nodded without changing her expression.
Taking a deep breath, Luna Durant stood up. With sky-high heels, she was slightly taller than Nora. She advanced, looking down at Nora with a sudden aura.
She stared at Nora, enunciating each word, "Have I provoked you?"
Because of her straightforward and fiery personality, Luna Durant had indeed offended many people in the industry since her debut—from producers, investors, and directors to crew mbers, and plenty of actors in between, resulting in a polarized reputation.
She didn’t enter the entertainnt industry for the sake of her reputation, so she didn’t care at all.
Many people she had offended, Luna Durant couldn’t even rember, but with Nora looking like an enchantress and having such a biting personality, if they had ever clashed head-on, Luna Durant would certainly rember.
She counted back, and in the four years since entering the industry, she had definitely not encountered Nora.
"I just don’t like the look of you." Nora answered succinctly and directly.
Yet, this answer could easily choke soone.
"..."
Luna Durant was so angered she nearly lost her composure.
"Fine."
Grinding her teeth, Luna Durant stepped back, a fierce smile forced from her lips, "Alright, I’ll bid one million five hundred thousand."
"Two million."
Still, without a pause, a simple and straightforward bid, as if money in her mouth was just a number.
The two assistants beside them exchanged surprised looks.
Just such a small item, and the bid reached two million... isn’t that a bit too high?
Could the lady across still foolishly continue to raise the bid?
"You..." Luna Durant was fuming, gritting her teeth, "Two million five hundred thousand."
This ti, Nora didn’t imdiately respond. Instead, she placed the small item back on display, the corner of her lips curling with interest, "That number suits you."
Luna Durant: "..."
!!!
Having been in the entertainnt circle for a few years, having seen all sorts of annoying people, never had she t soone as infuriating as Nora Scott!
Suit, suit, suit your head!
She instinctively blurted out the price!
Knowing she shouldn’t have responded to her words, even though Luna Durant’s ears turned red with anger, she could only endure it, her eyes dark and bright, head held high, still maintaining her proud temper.
She spoke crossly, "Enough nonsense, still want it or not?"
"Yes," Nora responded lazily, seamlessly continuing to bid, "Two million eight hundred thousand."
"..."
Luna Durant nearly bit her tongue.
She scanned Nora’s plain outfit—all her clothing combined wouldn’t exceed two thousand bucks! If it weren’t for that figure and face, she’d exude an air of poverty from head to toe.
Two million eight hundred thousand?
That could buy her ten years’ worth of clothes!
Luna Durant was both shocked and skeptical, "Can you actually co up with that much money?"
Maintaining that nonchalant deanor, Nora, hands in pockets, smiled lazily and calmly said, "No need for you to worry about that. How about it, if you can’t afford it, I’ll take the item."
Luna Durant gritted her teeth.
If it weren’t for... she really didn’t want to waste this money.
This thing, no matter how intricately crafted, is not worth a million. But Nora Scott kept raising the bid again and again, determined to win this item, despite knowing that continuing would be foolish, she had no choice but to respond.
Damn!
Encountered a nutcase with looks but no brains!
After hesitating for a mont, Luna Durant had no choice but to continue bidding, "Three million."
"It’s yours."
The sa imdiate response.
Just as Luna Durant thought "if this woman raises the price again, I’m definitely not playing this fool," she suddenly heard this answer and almost couldn’t believe her ears.
"Wha... what?"
Luna Durant was stunned for a mont, her brain short-circuited, unable to react.
Nora Scott squinted slightly, explaining slowly, "You won, it’s yours."
An angry sigh stuck in her throat, neither up nor down, nearly suffocating Luna Durant.
Finally, Luna Durant took a breath and glared at Nora Scott furiously, gritting her teeth as she asked, "Are you a plant?"
"Not quite," Nora Scott chuckled, joy spreading across her face, "Just seeing you bleed money really pleases ."
Luna Durant: "..." Happy my ass, happy!
This woman’s face was a dictionary of schadenfreude, delight, and successful scheming!
In hindsight, she’d rather abandon this junk than watch this woman cry paying at two hundred eighty thousand!
"Miss, three million, do you still want it?"
At this mont, as their "auction" ended, a clerk politely asked Luna Durant while picking up the chanism.
Hearing the clerk’s tone, Luna Durant thought there might be a turnaround, hurriedly opening her mouth, "I—"
Just as she spoke one word, Nora Scott interrupted, "Miss Durant is a big star, her words are imperial, to go back on them would be troubleso, of course she wants it."
Luna Durant: "..."
!!!
Damn big star, her words are literally trapping her from backing out!
Nora Scott lowered her eyelids slightly, playing with her beautiful nails, clearly amused, looking in a good mood.
Luna Durant’s fierce gaze wished she could swallow her whole, but Nora Scott didn’t care a bit.
"Miss Durant?"
After a few seconds, the clerk suspiciously called out the na.
"Three million is three million," Luna Durant glared at Nora Scott, "I’m not like so people who talk big but can’t pay."
This deliberate sarcasm was genuinely indifferent to Nora Scott.
This money... would eventually end up in her pocket.
Saying a few words doesn’t bother her?
Luna Durant was furious, though she cursed Nora Scott thousands of tis in her heart, she couldn’t help but storm to the register with the clerk to pay.
After finishing the paynt, Luna Durant was heavily frustrated, clearly not inclined to linger, she carried the packaged chanism, eyes staring straight ahead, walking out of Durant Antiques.
With that posture, unless there is a significant reason, she would never step into the store again.
Nora Scott turned her head and glanced at the person behind the shelf.
"What, afraid to co out and face people?" Nora Scott said lazily.
As soon as her words fell, a figure erged from behind the shelf, it was Pedro Langley.
Halfway through the "bidding," Pedro Langley had arrived.
However, Luna Durant was agitated by Nora Scott, entirely focused on her and the chanism, not noticing the "new custor" in the store.
Pedro Langley, with a righteous deanor, said seriously, "Avoiding suspicion because soone might be jealous."
"Heh."
Nora Scott replied with a cold smile.
Walking closer, Pedro Langley spoke in almost helpless tones, slowly saying, "You know..."
"Hmm?"
With a slight tilt of her head, Nora Scott squinted slightly, her gaze sowhat warning.
Pedro Langley raised an eyebrow, pulled her hand, and with a light laugh mused, "How co you’re so adorable?"
"..."
Smooth talker.
Nora Scott rolled her eyes at him.
Pulling her hand away, Nora Scott said blandly, "The store is big, take your ti shopping and put it on my tab when you’re done."
"And you?" Pedro Langley asked.
Wasn’t she supposed to accompany him shopping?
Nora Scott shrugged, "Checking the surveillance, passing ti."
"..."
Intuitively aware that "surveillance" was justified, an understanding Pedro Langley did not try to keep Nora Scott.
*
Stepping out of Durant Antiques, it was already dark outside.
Luna Durant, fuming, darted into the car, threw the overpriced junk onto the passenger seat, and then took out her phone to dial.
"Sis, I got the Durant junk, got scamd, spent three million..."
Halfway complaining, Luna Durant felt too ashad to say more, reluctantly muttering, "Get soone to pick it up tomorrow."
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