Chapter 265 Snatch the Thing Back from Her Hands
Isabella raised her paddle. "One million dollars."
Almost the instant Isabella finished speaking, that voice rang out again—a deep, resonant middle-aged man's voice, carrying a hint of authority:
"Two million dollars!"
Isabella narrowed her eyes slightly.
It seemed someone else had come specifically for the antiviral agent today.
But no matter what, she had to win this item and bring it back, or this trip would be for nothing.
Isabella raised her paddle again. "Three million dollars."
"Four million dollars!"
"Five million dollars."
After Isabella called out five million dollars, the entire auction hall fell into a brief silence.
Suddenly, that voice spoke up again, sounding superior and aloof:
"Ten million dollars!"
When the man called out ten million dollars, his tone was full of determination to win.
Many people in the venue looked toward him and quickly recognized who he was.
"It's Damon Whitley."
"Could it be that the Whitley family also has someone infected with the virus?"
"I heard that recently Damon's son Caspian Whitley became critically ill and was on the verge of death. Looks like it's true."
"Well, this is a life-saving item. It seems Damon is indeed determined to get the antiviral agent."
"..."
These people's discussions weren't quiet, and naturally reached Isabella's ears.
William patted Isabella's shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, I have plenty of money. Just bid with confidence."
Isabella was silent for a moment, then directly raised her paddle, her cool voice stating clearly:
"Fifty million dollars."
This figure shocked everyone present, and they all turned to look at Isabella in unison.
Damon stood up directly from his seat.
"Someone! Throw her out!"
This auction house was the Whitley family's property.
Although the Whitley family wasn't the organizer of the auction, this building was borrowed from them.
Damon hadn't expected that on his turf, there would be someone so blind as to compete with him for the same item.
So he stood up directly and ordered people to throw this clueless girl out.
The moment Damon said this, everyone present showed subtle changes in their expressions.
Damon looked down at Isabella from his superior position. "Or you can give up competing for item number twelve. That works too."
Isabella frowned.
She stood up, looking straight at Damon. "Why should I give up? I need it too."
"Because this is my Whitley family's place!" Damon said coldly, making no effort to hide his contempt and disdain for Isabella. "Who do you think you are? How dare you compete with the Whitley family for the same item."
Simply asking for death!
The guests present weren't surprised at all by Damon's words.
The Whitley family had always operated this way—extremely domineering. Whatever they wanted, no one else could take!
Isabella calmly met Damon's gaze and asked back, "So you're saying you're the auction organizer?"
"I'm not the auction organizer, but so what—"
Before Damon could finish, Isabella interrupted him directly. "Since you're not, then who do you think you are? And what right do you have to throw me out?"
Damon's face immediately turned ugly. He pointed at Isabella angrily. "How dare you!"
To actually speak to him like this!
He directly ordered his subordinates, "Throw her out!"
As soon as he spoke, the black-clad attendants beside Damon walked straight toward Isabella.
William's eyes changed slightly. He watched those people warily, ready to shield Isabella at any moment.
Tyrell and Alton also frowned, secretly clenching their fists, ready to fight at any time.
Everyone present was watching the show that was about to unfold.
But just then, an aged, authoritative voice rang out:
"Damon, have you been living too comfortably? Playing the bandit at my Powell family's auction house—are you asking for a lesson?"
Hearing this voice, Damon's face changed.
Everyone present looked toward where the voice came from. In an inconspicuous corner, sitting in a chair, was a white-haired old man. He looked almost ninety years old, with a long white beard and a face full of wrinkles, but his eyes shone with a brilliance even more spirited than a young person's.
"It's Wilder from the Powell family!"
Someone exclaimed.
Damon naturally recognized him too.
This white-haired old man was none other than Wilder Powell of the Powell family.
Damon hadn't expected Wilder to be here. Although he'd known early on that the auction organizer was the Powell family, the Powell family had never sent anyone to previous auctions, so he'd always assumed no one from the Powell family was here. That's why he'd dared to say he would throw Isabella out just now.
Damon's face immediately became flustered.
No one dared offend the Powell family, including him.
"I apologize, Wilder. I was too anxious."
"My son is critically ill. I just wanted to cure him quickly, and I didn't bring enough money for the moment."
He looked at Isabella again and said, "I hope this Miss can let me have item number twelve. The Whitley family will definitely remember this Miss's kindness. In the future, if there's anything you need the Whitley family's help with, we'll spare no effort."
"I won't let you have it." Isabella said directly. "You need it, I need it too. Our positions are the same."
Hearing this, Damon's face immediately froze like ice.
Wilder spoke up. "Since she's unwilling to let you have it, then compete fairly. Whoever has the money can buy it."
Damon clenched his fists. Though unwilling, he could only say, "That's the rule."
Wilder glanced at the auctioneer on the platform, signaling him to continue.
"This Miss just bid fifty million dollars. Are there any higher bids?"
Damon gritted his teeth hard. After a long moment, he spoke. "Fifty-five million dollars."
Isabella remained expressionless. "Eighty million dollars."
"..."
Damon's face turned extremely dark.
He didn't bid again in the end.
"Eighty million dollars once."
"Eighty million dollars twice."
"Eighty million dollars three times!"
"Item number twelve is sold for eighty million dollars."
The staff brought the item to Isabella.
The middle-aged man beside Damon frowned. "Damon, without the antiviral agent, what about your cousin?"
Because the raw materials for the Edra virus agent were rare, it wasn't always available on the market.
Missing this opportunity, who knew when they could buy the Edra virus agent again.
Damon looked toward Isabella in the distance, his eyes sharp. "What else can we do? Naturally, we'll snatch it back from her hands!"