My Wife Let My Mother Die—Now I'm the Billionaire King

Chapter 8 Part-2

Julia and Derek burst into a mocking laughter, enjoying Harry's humiliation while expecting Nancy to thank them and run away. After all, they were doing this naive girl a huge favour. But on the contrary, her face turned serious.

She stepped in front of Harry, “I trust Mr. Kipling completely.”

Nancy was going to say more, Harry didn't want to waste another second on them. He gave her a nod, and they walked right past the stunned couple, entering the grand venue.

The auction hall was filled with hundreds of velvet seats. Harry and Nancy took their seats in the front-row central VIP area, a section reserved exclusively for the most powerful titans of the nation.

“Boss, the event is about to begin. I need to go backstage right now to coordinate with the grand organizers regarding your upcoming keynote speech. Please excuse me for a moment."

Harry nodded calmly. "Go ahead."

Meanwhile, Julia and Derek had been guided by the ushers to the cheap, lower-tier left rear section of the hall.

Sitting all the way in the back, Julia felt deeply humiliated. That humiliation became ten times more bitter when she spotted Harry, sitting comfortably in the center of the ultra-luxury VIP row.

"Look at him!" Julia hissed to Derek, her blood boiling. "How dare he sit down there!"

With some time before the curtains rose, the couple marched down the aisle, feeling righteous in their anger.

With a nasty smirk plastered on her face, Julia whispered harshly, "Harry, you've clearly never been to a high-society place in your miserable life! The seats down here are strictly reserved for the elite multi-millionaires of the city—you can't just sit down wherever you please like a clueless idiot! Get up before the guards throw you out!"

Derek adjusted his silk tie with an arrogant laugh. "Frankly speaking, Harry, you would be extremely lucky to even get a job as a security guard at a prestigious building like this. But Julia told me about your money problems, and let's just say, I could put in a good word with the management and get you a janitor position here. At least it pays better than food delivery!"

Harry sat completely still, casually flipping through the glossy auction brochure in his hands.

"I told you before, I'm here for the auction. Stop making a scene in public and have some basic decency. Go back to your seats before—"

Julia’s face turned bright red with anger. She wanted to shout and continue the argument, but Derek held her arm and whispered, "Don't waste your breath on him, Jules. Look around, the event is starting. Once all the true distinguished guests are seated, the venue security will take care of this squatter. He’ll be dragged out."

Julia smirked. "You're right, that will be more satisfying to see."

They hurried back to the rear section. One by one, the rest of the guests arrived, and the lights dimmed down.

The stage lights flashed to life as the auction host stepped onto the center stage to welcome the illustrious crowd.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the annual Caldwell’s Charity Auction! Let me first introduce tonight's highly anticipated, exclusive item: the legendary antique ring from the fallen noble imperial family! It is rumored to hold the ultimate secret to a massive, ancient fortune beyond human imagination!"

The crowd gasped in excitement.

The host smiled warmly and raised his hands. "But that is not all, my friends. We have another major announcement: the mysterious head of Vanguard Holdings will be joining us live, on this very stage tonight! He will be sharing his company's groundbreaking business plans and investment strategies for the coming year. Stay tuned!"

The moment the host finished speaking, Julia’s eyes lit up with ambition. Her heart was pounding– so, the golden rumors were absolutely true!

The CEO of Vanguard Holdings was actually in this room! She gripped Derek’s hand tightly, her voice shaking with greed.

"Derek! I have to meet the VIP guest tonight, no matter what! If I can just secure a single supply partnership with his empire, Apex Media's annual profits will double at the very least—and the IPO will be within our reach!”

Derek nodded, his beady eyes shining.

“Go for it, Jules! Use all your charm. Once you get his backing, we will be the richest couple in the city!”