RedNovelChapter 223 Several guests just couldn't help themselves-they grumbled about Elbert, if only to themselves.
"Elbert must be kicking himself now. That miracle medicine was practically handed to him, and now he couldn't buy it back if he begged." "If I missed out on a fortune like that, I'd be crying my eyes out." "He always seemed so shrewd. Who'd have thought he'd be such a fool, tossing away a priceless treasure like that?" Tonight, everyone had their sights set on the pill in Citrine's hands. The last thing anyone wanted was another bidder thrown into the mix-especially not Elbert. Competition was already fierce enough. No one wanted to see their odds shrink for no reason at all.
Someone, worried that Citrine might go soft, piped up, "Ms. Carmichael, Elbert turned down your offer before. Please, don't let him join the bidding now." "That's right, Ms. Carmichael, don't let your heart get the better of you," another chimed in.
The chorus of anxious voices made Citrine's head spin. With a sigh, she looked at the crowd, held up four fingers, and promised, "I won't let Elbert participate in the auction. You have my word. Now, let's get back to it." At her assurance, the guests finally relaxed. The bidding erupted with renewed enthusiasm.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtElbert watched, barely able to stand. If not for his grandson and granddaughter at his side, he might have collapsed right there.
It stung to realize that the priceless Vitaflux pill-now the star of a cutthroat auction-had originally been meant as a birthday gift for him, from that girl. The ache in his chest only grew sharper.
He could only watch as the miracle medicine slipped through his fingers. His eyes turned red.
The bidding war grew heated until, at last, an elderly gentleman snatched up the Vitaflux with a winning bid of 1.5 billion.
When it was over, Citrine, glowing with satisfaction, left the banquet with Weston at her side.
What Citrine didn't know was that, as soon as she and Weston left, the rest of the guests filtered out as well. After tonight, it was obvious to everyone that Citrine and Elbert were at odds.
And, in the eyes of the upper crust, anyone who could produce something as rare as Vitaflux was far more valuable than Elbert. In their world, power and influence always won out-alliances shifted with the winds of opportunity. Citrine was the better bet, and everyone knew it. After all, those who tried to play both sides rarely cout ahead.
Outside, Citrine's smile was unbreakable.
She was practically giddy-she'd just made a fortune.
Weston, on the other hand, was the picture of gloom, shuffling along with none of his usual energy.
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Citrine was too busy basking in her victory to notice at first, but after a while, she caught on. She looked at Weston in confusion. "What's with the long face, Old Weston? I just made a bundle-shouldn't you be happy?" She frowned, genuinely puzzled. "Aren't you even a little excited?"
Ever since Citrine had spent stat the old family estate, her om bond with Weston had only grown stronger, and she'd dropped the formalities, calling him "Old Weston" without a second thought. Weston didn't mind in fact, he found it endearing, so he just went along with her.
But right now, his mood was a tangled mess. He felt as if he'd missed out on a billion-dollar deal.
Seeing him so glum, Citrine nudged him. "Con, Old Weston, cheer up! Let's go out and have sfun. I guarantee you'll feel better in no time."
There was a brightness to her that was rare-her smile, for once, was genuine. Weston's heart softened at the sight Alright, little firecracker," he chuckled, unable to resist her infectious enthusiasm. And for the first tthat night, he smiled, too.
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