One Billion and Ten Thousand
So when Leon bid one hundred million, James had immediately raised the price to one billion.
He wanted to crush him with money.
He wanted everyone in this auction hall to know that he, James, was not someone who could be casually provoked.
The thought made his chest rise slightly.
Come on.
Bid again.
James's eyes remained fixed on the private room above.
But the response he received was not what he expected.
Feeling James's provocative gaze, Leon's expression became indifferent.
There was no anger on his face.
No hesitation.
Not even the slightest trace of being intimidated by the enormous figure James had just announced.
Instead, Leon smiled.
It was a small, almost playful smile.
He stood beside the window of the Heaven-class private room, his long, shoulder-length black hair falling naturally over his shoulders. The dim light of the auction hall brushed across his face, catching the faint purple of his eyes.
