"How... how much?" After a dead silence, someone in the crowd finally asked, their voice trembling.
They knew this thing might be cheap, but they never expected... *this* cheap!
"Fifty thousand."
"One hundred thousand."
"…"
The quicker-witted ones had already started raising the price—not for the worthless rock, but mainly for the so-called mysterious tycoon.
Arabella Donovan raised her paddle for the first time as well. Ms. Kerr glanced over, slightly surprised. "Miss Donovan, you like this stone?"
"I think it's oddly beautiful. It would be perfect as a decorative rock in my grand-uncle's garden."
Ms. Kerr: "???"
'This stone… is beautiful?' Ms. Kerr silently glanced at the big, grimy, grayish rock on the stage, not quite understanding Arabella Donovan's sense of aesthetics.
But since Arabella Donovan liked it, she forced herself to offer a compliment. "Now that I look closer, its shape is certainly unique. You have a good eye, Miss Donovan."
