Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 975: My Little Sister Is Absolutely Adorable!
Don’t underestimate the fact that most herbs need to be dried before they can be used; the value range of a live plant far exceeds that of a dried one.
Especially when it comes to rare herbs, the value of a live plant is simply incalculable.
However, just as Ann Vaughn’s heart was starting to stir with the thought of bidding, she was discouraged by the one billion price tag.
... I can’t call out that price, I really can’t.
If I bid any higher, my wallet might come for my life by tonight!
When the bidding reached one and a half billion, the fierce scene finally became controllable, and the bidding speed slowed down significantly.
"Two billion." Josiah Keaton lazily spoke, raising the bid directly from one and a half billion to two billion.
Ann Vaughn turned to him, "Are you interested in the Bloodbell Herb too?"
"Not interested."
"Then why are you bidding?"
"Too much money to handle."
"..."
Ann Vaughn was speechless, choosing to ignore him, but who knew she’d suddenly hear someone in the VIP seat beside her shout:
"Three billion."
What the heck?!
It wasn’t just Ann Vaughn; even the wealthy elites in the room were shocked.
Everyone here may be rich with solid financial backgrounds, but to throw away billions so casually, that was something none of them could do with such ease.
Therefore, once this bid was made, the others quickly fell silent.
Ann Vaughn heard Josiah Keaton let out a cold laugh, "Stealing things from me?"
"Four billion!"
As soon as he finished shouting, the other side immediately followed up, "Five billion."
Josiah Keaton refused to back down: "Six billion!"
The other party was equally unrelenting: "Ten billion!"
Just as Josiah Keaton was about to shout again, he was held back by the bodyguard behind him.
"Young Master, have you forgotten you’re still under confinement, and the Family Head has limited your pocket money? We only have a little over nine billion in liquid cash right now."
"Isn’t my private wealth more than a hundred billion? And yet, there’s only this little left in liquid funds?"
"Without the Family Head’s signature, you can’t access your private assets, and you’ll be discovered and taken back to continue confinement."
Josiah Keaton: "..." grumbling and cursing.
Originally, only Josiah Keaton and another person were left bidding, so now that he stopped, the Bloodbell Herb naturally went to the other person.
Having a lot of money didn’t mean it wasn’t burning a hole in his pocket, so Josiah Keaton’s face turned sour.
But Ann Vaughn was overjoyed, finally, someone could rein in this capricious young master, hahaha.
Soon enough, she couldn’t laugh anymore.
A waiter brought the Bloodbell Herb pot back to Ann Vaughn’s seat, "Miss Vaughn, VIP No. 1 has transferred the Bloodbell Herb to you, please accept it."
"...Transferred to me?!" Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened in surprise, instinctively turning her head to the VIP seat next to her.
There was a screen blocking the view, so she couldn’t see who was sitting inside.
Ann Vaughn withdrew her gaze and told the waiter, "Please take the Bloodbell Herb back and tell that guest that I can’t accept something I didn’t earn."
"But that guest has already left, and if you don’t accept it, we can’t return it..." the waiter looked troubled.
"Didn’t the gentleman leave a contact method?"
"Sorry, it’s the guest’s privacy." The waiter placed the pot on the table, "The gentleman only left a message saying that once the item has been given to you, there’s no reason to take it back."
Hearing this, Ann Vaughn furrowed her brow.
Who was that person?
To spend ten billion on the Bloodbell Herb and just give it away like that...
Could it be that person knows her?
Beside her, Josiah Keaton snorted, his face still sour, "Stealing from me and gifting it to my lady companion, is that person trying to embarrass me?"
Damn bastard, he’d better not find out who it is!
Ann Vaughn actually agreed with Josiah Keaton’s guess; VIP No. 1 might very well be targeting him, after all, the competition was intense just moments ago.
No, wait...
"Who’s your lady companion? We just happened to sit at the same VIP table, I don’t know you well." Ann Vaughn snapped back at him, picked up the Bloodbell Herb and the brocade box, and started to leave.
"Heartless woman, you’re burning bridges after crossing them!" Josiah Keaton almost choked, standing up to follow.
...
Since The Gilded Pavilion was unwilling to disclose the guest’s information, Ann Vaughn had no way to contact that VIP No. 1, so she had to take the Bloodbell Herb back.
Eli Sheridan was holding car keys, about to leave to find Ann Vaughn, when she returned, allowing the heart hanging high in his chest to finally relax.
"Why didn’t you answer your phone all night?" Eli Sheridan approached, taking the pot from her hands, and asked gently.
"Ah, bro, you’re not asleep yet." Ann Vaughn sheepishly touched the tip of her nose, "I went to The Gilded Pavilion’s auction, and the in-room requirement was to keep phones on silent, so I didn’t hear it..."
Then she recounted everything that happened at the auction to Eli Sheridan in detail.
Hearing all this, Eli Sheridan narrowed his eyes, "I’ll have someone investigate this tomorrow; we should be able to find out."
"What should I do about this?" Ann Vaughn pointed at the Bloodbell Herb, her face looking a bit troubled, "This plant’s worth ten billion... I’m not even worth that much."
Hearing Ann Vaughn’s comparison, Eli Sheridan chuckled softly, reaching out to ruffle her hair. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
"My sister is more precious than anything else in this world. If you like this little thing, then keep it; if not, your brother will find something better for you."
Eli Sheridan had seen plenty of valuable items since he was a child and didn’t think much of this plant.
What concerned him was the guy trying to court his sister using a plant; it’d be best if he doesn’t find out who it is.
Wow!
Internally, Ann Vaughn was practically about to scream.
Could her brother be a sis-con?!
"Okay, I’ll listen to brother." Ann Vaughn’s cheeks turned rosy as she nodded obediently.
This appearance was like hitting the bullseye for a brother obsessed with his sister.
My sister is absolutely adorable!
It was already late, and after bidding Eli Sheridan good night, Ann Vaughn went upstairs with the Bloodbell Herb.
She placed the Bloodbell Herb in Wilder Sheridan’s room, by the window.
That way, when the night breeze came through, the herbal fragrance would permeate the room.
"Wake up soon." Looking at that face so similar to hers, Ann Vaughn touched Wilder Sheridan’s forehead softly.
At the same time.
In Villa No. 8, Breeze, with his hair a mess, had no time to change his slippers and rushed in holding a book.
If the people from Gothasen saw him like this, the mysterious image of The Thousand-Faced Ghost Doctor would instantly crumble to pieces.
But Breeze couldn’t care less; after more than a month, he had finally found a way to heal Ann Vaughn’s right hand!
"Where’s Miss Vaughn? I have something urgent for her?" Breeze grabbed a servant, his face brimming with excitement.
The servant was startled by him, trembling as she answered, "In, in the back villa, Miss Vaughn moved in with Mr. Sheridan yesterday..."
