Chapter 487

The corners of Ivan’s mouth twitched fiercely out of control. The crowd present at the scene clearly

knew that there was a battle going on between these two men as they had been following their

exchange.

Moreover, when Ivan challenged Fane to a bet, he had announced the terms of the punishment so

loudly as i f the crowd was deaf. His ultimate goal was to show everyone in the room that Fane was

indeed useless trash who only deserved to kneel before him and lick his shoes clean.

But now, the tables had turned. The number-60 million-that Fane had just called out, sent him back into

his tiny brain as he started to scheme again. 'Is this villa really worth sixty million? If I continue to raise

the price and it ends up being a trap that the b* stard has set for me, wouldn't I be a fool, then?’ He

thought to himself and doubted.

He pondered hard on Fane's intention-was Fane deliberately increasing the price just to lure him into a

deadly trap?

However, if he stopped here, it would mean he lost the bet which in turn, would mean that he had to

clean Fane's shoes. How could a young master from a second -class aristocrat family like him kneel

before trash and clean his shoes? If word of the incident were to spread, his name-Ivan Taylor-would

never be as

glorious as before! 3

Ken’s eyes widened as though he had just come up with a brilliant idea with his mini-brain. He leaned

forward to Ivan and whispered into his ear, "Young Master Taylor, don’t be afraid of him! Go ahead and

fight! You only need to fork out sixty million, I'll cover the rest! It’s probably not going to be much more

because I'm sure this punk has reached his limit. So just add another million to surpass him!" He

paused before swearing, "Goddammit! We need to teach this punk a lesson no matter what!"

Upon hearing Ken’s words, Ivan felt at ease as though the weight on his shoulders was finally lifted.

With a smile plastered on his face, he shouted, "Sixty-one million!”

The scene happening at the back of the auction room had left the middle-aged woman on stage

speechless. The two young men were practically shouting out prices from the back, making those

around them-those wealthy businessmen, as well as a few other third-class families-dumbfounded. The

crowd became watchful onlookers to this money battle.

They had even taken over the responsibility of the middle-aged woman as an auctioneer-directing and

conducting the auction. The two of them took turns to call out their bids, jacking up the price to an

unreasonable amount.

"Y-young Master Taylor, s-sixty-one million!"

Her voice trembled in nervousness. She was just

about to regain control of the auction when she realized the price had already reached an

unbelievable amount. That would result in a mountain of bonuses, too!

This was her first time encountering such an episode. Her soul could not help but feel flabbergasted

with joy.

Before she could speak, Fane interrupted. "What's the matter? When did the Young Master of the

Taylor family become so stingy? Did you think a million would be the magic trick to kick me out of the

battle? Heh! I call seventy million!"

"Jesus Christ! Is he nuts? That's seventy million!"

"Yeah! This isn't just a shouting competition, right? He didn't just shout out the number for fun, right?

Isn't seventy million considered money to him?"

"Yes, I can buy two villas with seventy million!" i

A few of the businessmen started doubting their existence. Although they were rich, they held similar

notions about obtaining items from an auction; the cheaper the better. Of course, people would want

the price of an auctioned item to be as low as possible!

Never did they expect that this adopted son-in-law of the Taylor family would stir up so much trouble

with Young Master Taylor, as though money was just stacks of paper to him.

"That...that much?"

Beside Young Master Taylor, Ken's eyes widened into

spheres as large as saucers. His jaw dropped to the ground. A moment ago, he had thought that he

was on the winning side and that he only had to fork out one o r two million to help Ivan win this bet.

Now it seemed like the shrimp had brought more money with him than they expected. They truly

underestimated that piece of junk.

Or, perhaps the trash had asked for an advance of four months, or possibly even six!

However, he struggled to understand it, though. Was the Drake family an idiot? How could they be so

nice t o a mere bodyguard?

"Young Master Clark, this....”

Ivan looked at Ken eagerly, seeking his advice. After all, he only had to cough up 60 million and Ken

would cover the remaining.

"Don't be afraid! Just keep increasing the bid! I don't believe that we can’t teach him a lesson today!

He'll wipe your shoes clean!”

"Seventy million, right? Haha, Fane Woods, I’ll fight you to the death today!”

"Seventy-five million!" he called out the bid after thinking about it for a moment, his fists clenched firmly

and determination glowing in his eyes.