"Is there really no one else who wishes to uncover the hidden secrets of this imperial ring? This treasure has even caught the attention of wealthy overseas collectors! Three million going once..."An absolute silence fell over the grand room.Derek smirked, shouting out proudly, "Just call it, host! No one else here has the guts or the money!"Julia turned around, confident that the ring was already going to be theirs now. After all, her loser husband turned out to be exactly that– a sore loser. "You came all the way to a luxury auction, and haven't bid a single cent on a single thing all night! And you still try to claim you're not here looking for a minor job to fill your stomach? What a joke!"Harry shot a cold glance back at her. Then, his eyes focused on the antique ring sitting inside the glass case. Something about that ancient crest felt familiar, but he couldn't figure out what.The Yorvenn clan… he remembered the name from his mother's bedtime stories. It was the same fa

Julia was completely overtaken by jealousy while she looked at Nancy’s stunning beauty, while also being confused why she was vouching for a loser like Harry. She let out a loud, mocking sneer that echoed through the front rows. “Don't think you're all that just because you showed up in a fancy, expensive car! Do you even have a clue how much this idiot just bid? Thirty million dollars! That’s more money than a successful company makes in a whole fiscal year. What on earth makes you think you have the right to vouch for a street rat?"​Derek joined in, stepping forward to question Nancy with a smirk. "Exactly. Who do you think you are, his new mommy? You're going to bankrupt yourself trying to protect a fraudster."​The crowd began to whisper uncomfortably, wondering who this mysterious woman was. But before the murmurs could spread, Kirk Beckham stood up from the front-row VIP section. He was a well-known billionaire from a major tech conglomerate. He looked at Julia and Derek w

Harry walked up the grand wooden steps onto the center stage, the bright spotlights following his every move. When he reached the podium, instead of standing directly in front of the microphone to address the crowd, he walked over to the host. The host looked confused as Harry leaned in closely and whispered a few quick words into her ear.The host’s eyes blinked rapidly in surprise, but she nodded her head right away in full cooperation. She raised the microphone to her lips and announced loudly to the entire waiting room, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have just received a sudden update from our VIP team. The boss of Vanguard Holdings was unexpectedly held up by urgent matters and is unfortunately unable to appear in person tonight! However, Mr. Harry Kipling here has been fully authorized to speak directly on his behalf!"Down in the rear seats, Julia let out a long sigh of relief, a smug smile returning to her face. She whispered to Derek, "I knew it! That loser is just a messenger boy

Clara turned around slowly, her face tightening as she confronted the people who had been causing chaos all evening. The moment Julia got a full, clear look at both of their faces standing side by side under the bright lobby chandeliers, her nasty mockery grew even louder and more vicious. She threw her head back and let out a sharp, piercing laugh that caused several hotel receptionists to look over in shock.​Julia crossed her arms, looking down on Clara with pure, unadulterated contempt. Her eyes traveled up and down Clara’s elegant red gown as she sneered ruthlessly, "Oh, now it all makes perfect sense! No wonder you were using your microphone to constantly speak up for this absolute loser throughout the entire auction! No wonder you completely skipped the asset verification process the moment that other woman opened her mouth! It turns out you're secretly involved with him behind closed doors! Look at you, a professional host, throwing away your dignity just to sleep with a penni

Harry’s eyes locked onto Derek, his gaze as cold and unforgiving as a winter storm. "Since Julia is so eager to see me fall, my condition is that you must also officially join this bet, Derek. If you lose, both you and Julia will drop to your knees at the main entrance together. Are you man enough to put your own pride on the line, or are you just going to hide behind your fiancé's skirt?"​Derek’s face instantly flushed a dark, angry red. His fragile ego could not handle being challenged by a man he viewed as a penniless beggar. He puffed out his chest, stepping forward aggressively until he was inches away from Harry. "You arrogant piece of trash! You think I'm scared of a fake tycoon like you?! I absolutely agree to the condition! I can't wait to watch you humiliate yourself in front of the entire city! Prepare to crawl like the dog you are!"​Harry remained completely silent, a deeply confident, unbothered calm washing over his entire being. He didn't flinch, and he didn't boast.