Chapter 669: Clearly a Delilah Summers

Chapter 669: Chapter 669: Clearly a Delilah Summers

And this was the real reason everyone was watching the show—

One was a regular guest, the other a VIP. Just a moment ago, the expressions on the faces of the two from the Yates Family—especially Mrs. Yates—had been so unpleasant. Now everyone could see who would actually win the item. Would the Yateses get slapped in the face or not?

Even if they weren’t humiliated, they were guaranteed to bleed a fortune!

The bid was going up by ten million at a time!

AHHHH, this is so exciting, so exciting!

Having someone suddenly jump in and interfere, the faces of the two from the Yates Family instantly changed.

Their heads snapped toward the source of the voice, and they saw the person trying to snatch the item from them—Annabelle Linton!

Annabelle Linton met their gazes—one cold, the other furious—and smiled faintly, the corners of her lips turning up.

But in their eyes, it was a blatant provocation!

Mrs. Yates’s expression changed immediately, but Mr. Yates quickly grabbed her hand, telling her not to be rash.

’She hadn’t bid at all in the beginning, only speaking up just as the hammer was about to fall. It was obvious she came with ill intentions.’

Mr. Yates looked at Leon Grant, who was glancing over at them indifferently, and his brow furrowed.

’This isn’t going to be simple today.’

But since it was a family heirloom, he couldn’t just give it up so easily.

He said in a low voice, "Forty-five million."

Whoa! Five million!

The crowd turned to look at Annabelle Linton again.

Annabelle Linton calmly raised her paddle. "Fifty-five million."

From an original seven and a half million to fifty-five million now—Mr. Yates’s face couldn’t help but turn ashen.

Mrs. Yates was so anxious her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her throat as she watched with worry.

Seeing no new bids, the auctioneer began the final call. "Fifty-five million, going once."

"..."

"Fifty-five million, going twice."

"..." The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The auctioneer raised his gavel for the final call. "Fifty-five million, go—"

"Fifty-seven million!"

Mr. Yates’s voice rang out at the last second, but his face had turned dark.

Leon Grant looked at Annabelle Linton with a half-smile, amused. He understood the whole story with just a moment’s thought.

Annabelle Linton met his meaningful gaze and felt a little awkward... an inexplicable awkwardness.

"Seventy million."

Leon Grant drawled, still holding Annabelle Linton ostentatiously in front of everyone.

Annabelle Linton wanted to get down, but he wouldn’t let her.

The auctioneer continued with his first, second, and third calls.

Mr. Yates’s entire face was completely dark now. "Seventy-five million."

This was a total bloodbath. From seven and a half million to seventy-five million!

"Three hundred million."

Leon Grant’s voice was nonchalant as he dropped the bid, and the entire room gasped.

Three... three hundred million!

My God, how many zeroes is that?! Probably no one here has that kind of net worth, yet Leon Grant was dropping three hundred million on a stupid vase!

And it was obvious that Mrs. Grant was the one who wanted it.

To dote on his wife to this extent... it’s just insane!

Even Annabelle Linton was startled.

The faces of the two from the Yates Family couldn’t get any darker!

Three hundred million! Seventy-something million was scary enough, but he actually jumped to three hundred million!

The auctioneer was also mortified... ’It’s just a charity auction, you’re supposed to make a token gesture. You guys don’t have to go this far, do you? What is this, are they trying to start a fight? Over a stupid vase? Can I just tell them there are better items coming up later? Mommy, save me...’

Mrs. Yates’s face was nearly twisted with rage. ’From thirty million to three hundred million! We could have won it with just thirty million, but we were forced into this situation! And the person behind it all was Annabelle Linton—’

’Doesn’t she just envy our Vivian?’

’My poor daughter mistakenly treated that bitch as a friend and was harmed to this extent. And now, not only has she stolen Leon Grant, but she’s even using him to go against us!’

’What a vicious, vicious woman! She’s a regular Delilah Summers!’