Chapter 38 The Second Young Master of Autoharp Enterprises Group
"Let me go." Isabella pried at his fingers.
Chase didn't think a little girl would have much strength, but the next second his hand was pried open.
Isabella pushed him away, looking impatient. "Don't bother me."
Isabella walked quickly toward the auction entrance.
Two uniformed and armed security personnel stood there.
Chase just glanced over and frowned deeply, not daring to imagine what kind of trouble Isabella would cause.
He suppressed his anger and went after her.
The two security personnel had already coldly intercepted Isabella. "Hello, please show your invitation."
Chase's expression looked terrible. How could Isabella have an invitation?
He grabbed Isabella's arm with one hand and apologized to the two security personnel: "Sorry, she went the wrong way. I'll take her away right now. My apologies."
Then he turned to look at Isabella. "See? This isn't a place people like you and me can just walk into. Come back with me now!"
"If you want to go back, go back by yourself." Isabella gave him a cold glance, pulled out an invitation from her pocket, and showed it to the security personnel.
Chase's expression changed as he looked at the invitation in Isabella's hand. "How do you have..."
Isabella ignored him completely and walked straight in.
"Wait..."
Chase instinctively tried to follow, but was stopped by the security personnel. "Sir, please show your invitation."
Chase naturally didn't have an invitation.
He was blocked outside, watching helplessly as Isabella's figure disappeared from view, his lips pressed tight and his jaw tensed.
How could Isabella have an invitation to this kind of event?
How did he not know anything about it?
For the first time, Chase felt that Isabella, his blood-related sister, was so unfamiliar to him.
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When Isabella sat down, the auction had already started.
The host was introducing the first item.
A piece of jade.
Isabella glanced at it and looked away, waiting quietly.
After some time had passed, it was finally the turn of item number 10.
"Our tenth auction item, an elegantly designed autoharp."
The host's voice rang out.
"Starting bid, ten thousand dollars."
"Twenty thousand dollars."
"Thirty thousand dollars."
"Fifty thousand dollars."
This autoharp wasn't particularly valuable, and its collectible value wasn't high either. It was far less popular than the previous items, so the bidding voices were sparse and the pace was slow. Clearly not many people were interested in it.
Fifty thousand dollars was already far above market price.
The auction hall fell into a moment of silence.
"Fifty thousand dollars." The host looked at the audience below. "Is there a higher bid? Fifty thousand dollars once..."
A man's voice came from a corner on the left side of the auction hall.
"Sixty thousand dollars."
Isabella glanced in that direction. It was a trendy-looking young man wearing a red checkered shirt.
She raised her paddle. "One hundred thousand dollars."
The host looked at her.
It was just an ordinary autoharp. Selling it for fifty thousand dollars already exceeded market price. He didn't expect someone would be willing to pay one hundred thousand dollars for it.
"Five hundred thousand dollars!"
The young man in the checkered shirt called out unhurriedly, while also glancing toward Isabella, his eyes full of smugness and disdain.
Next to the checkered shirt young man stood a silver-haired youth in a black jacket, with the air of a spoiled rich kid.
"Benjamin White, what's going on? Why is someone else bidding on this? Did the information leak out?"
Benjamin withdrew his gaze from Isabella and casually played with the silver ring on his finger, unconcerned. "You're overthinking it. She's just a little girl."
It was normal for a young girl to think the autoharp was pretty and want to bid on it.
Isabella raised her paddle, her tone flat: "One million dollars."
?
Benjamin was a bit shocked.
Benjamin thought he had heard wrong. "One million dollars? Are you kidding me?"
He had called out five hundred thousand dollars intending to scare people off directly and take the autoharp.
He didn't expect Isabella to keep bidding.
Benjamin couldn't help but glance at Isabella again. When he looked away, his face was full of hostility. "Where did this idiot come from? Getting in my way."
"One million five hundred thousand dollars!" Benjamin called out, suppressing the fire in his heart.
This autoharp should have cost at most one hundred thousand dollars to get.
Now the price had been driven up to one million five hundred thousand dollars!
Benjamin looked very unhappy.
Over a million dollars was the bottom line.
If he still couldn't get it...
"Two million dollars."
That female voice came again, still calm and unruffled.
The jacket man finally couldn't hold back. "Benjamin, that woman really doesn't know what's good for her. Does she even know what this is and she dares to bid?"
Benjamin lit a cigarette, took a fierce drag, then stubbed it out on a nearby pillar, his eyes full of murderous intent. "Let's go! We're not bidding anymore!"
The jacket man said "What?" in surprise and followed. "Benjamin, we're just not bidding anymore? But the goods..."
Benjamin turned around and slapped the man's head hard. "You think I'm stupid? That two million dollars would just be gone. Listen to me, we'll just snatch the thing directly from that clueless stupid woman later!"
He, Benjamin, never took a loss!
"Two million dollars once, two million dollars twice... two million dollars three times!"
"Congratulations to this Miss for winning our item number 10."
Isabella left her seat and walked casually toward the backstage.
"Hello, this is your item."
A staff member handed her a long case.
Isabella thanked them, slung the long case over her shoulder, carried the item out of the auction hall, and left the Azure Palace Hotel.
Not long after she walked out of the Azure Palace Hotel, two figures quickly followed.
Isabella walked forward with her head down and no expression, but the footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer...
Until she walked into an empty street, Isabella stopped, turned around, and looked at them.
It was those two people from the auction.
Benjamin walked up to a position two meters in front of her with his arms crossed, while the jacket man came behind her to block her way.
Benjamin looked at her with a smile, his face full of ill intent. "Beauty, we've met before."
"Yes." Isabella just responded flatly. "I know, you want this autoharp on my shoulder."
These two people should be related to the buyer the BOSS mentioned.
Benjamin was slightly stunned.
Pretty smart.
"Beauty, you're very rich, spending two million dollars to bid on a autoharp."
Benjamin's gaze slowly wandered over Isabella's stunning face, a trace of greed flashing in his eyes.
Very beautiful. He wanted to sleep with her.
Isabella didn't miss the look in Benjamin's eyes. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at him. "Yes, I have some money, just enough to bid on it."
"How about you sell me the autoharp in your hand?"
Benjamin suggested, "I'll give you one hundred thousand dollars, you give me the item."
Isabella smiled. "Why don't you just say you want to rob me?"
"Hahaha!" Benjamin didn't know why, but he found the beauty in front of him quite interesting.
He looked at Isabella's stunningly beautiful face, the greed in his eyes growing stronger. "Then how about this - I'll give you two million dollars, you give me the autoharp, and then... sleep with me once. How about it?"
Isabella looked at him calmly, pulled at the corner of her mouth, and said flatly: "Impossible."
Benjamin's smile immediately disappeared.
Quite a temper!
Brian Scott beside him shouted at Isabella, "Benjamin wanting to sleep with you is your good fortune. Do you know who our Benjamin is?"
Isabella tilted her head and looked at him with confusion. "Who?"
"Our Mr. White is the son of the chairman of Zenith Enterprises Group!"
"Zenith Enterprises Group?" Isabella had heard of it. "I know, very impressive."
"Then hurry up and hand over the autoharp."
Brian directly reached out to grab the autoharp on Isabella's shoulder.
Before he could touch the item.
Brian's wrist was firmly gripped by a strong hand.
Isabella held his wrist, the casualness in her eyes long gone, replaced by an extremely cold and sharp aura.
Brian froze for a moment. He tried to pull his hand back but couldn't. The hand restraining him was like a cold machine, locking it firmly in place, making him unable to move.
Isabella stared at him intently, no expression on her face, but her five fingers were exerting force, tightening.
Brian's wrist bone was being crushed bit by bit in her hand, ground and broken.
The sound of bones cracking sounded eerie and sinister.
Brian lost control and cried out, his whole body convulsing violently. He was in so much pain that his whole body went limp, his knees uncontrollably dropping to the ground.
Like holding a small wild rabbit, Isabella quietly watched Brian moan weakly and painfully under her hand, unconsciously curling up the corner of her mouth.
Then, she kicked Brian away.
Benjamin on the side was completely stunned.
Because with this kick, Isabella sent Brian flying to a trash can - but it was the trash can across the street, with more than ten meters in between.
Brian spat out a mouthful of blood, his head tilted to the side, and he passed out directly.
Isabella's heavy eyes lifted slightly as she looked at Benjamin. "The autoharp, do you still want it?"