Chapter 6 A Sky-High Price of 150 million

Just as Wendy put her tablet away, a red Ferrari of the latest model pulled up beside her. The window rolled down, and a dashing young man wearing sunglasses waved at her. "Everything's ready, Miss Clark. We can leave now." Wendy hummed softly and quickly went into the car. Finally, they arrived at the auction venue. Though it wasn't time yet, the massive hall was already packed with people. And to avoid unnecessary trouble, Wendy and Nightshade entered the venue separately after agreeing. Nightshade would handle the entire bidding process this time while she listened to the auctioneer's live bidding in a secluded spot. After waiting restlessly for half an hour, the long-awaited medical canon was finally brought out, and Wendy's eyes immediately emitted a different radiance. Her mother obtained the true teachings of a master when she was young and became a renowned healer across the country. This medical canon contained her life's work. If it weren't that the Clarks sold it off, the medical canon could've ended up lost for twenty whole years! Echoes seemed to resound in her ears from when she was seven years old, the words spoken by that young boy. Don't worry, Kiddo. I will help you find the medical canon. Wendy's eyes shimmered with a hint of tears as she took a trip down memory lane. Alas, the two people that mattered to her most to her were no longer around. One passed right after giving birth to her, while the other's whereabouts were unknown. Just then, the auctioneer's voice on stage brought her back to reality. "Ladies and gentlemen, next up for auction is this extraordinary medical canon, starting at 100 thousand." Ray, who sat in the front row, was confident in winning the bid. Everyone's here tonight to bid on jewelry. Surely no one other than Mr. Willoughby will spend 100 thousand on a book. No doubt there won't be any competition. Then again, why hasn't Mr. Willoughby showed up yet? Hadn't he set off long ago? At that, he tried to call his boss. However, the call failed to get through. "7.5 million." A voice suddenly emerged from the corner. It was Nightshade, with his bid paddle raised, wearing sunglasses. Ray hurriedly turned to the source of the voice at once. It seemed that he had underestimated the value of this medical canon. To think someone would actually compete for it, and they even called out 7.5 million right off the bat! "Eight million!" Ray raised his bid paddle and called out, not one to back down. Mr. Willoughby had instructed him to acquire the medical canon at any cost. He could say goodbye to his dear little life if he failed. Meanwhile, Nightshade glanced at his phone and spoke up once more. "Ten million." The crowd burst into a tumult at the mention of the price, wondering who would bid such an exorbitant amount for a seemingly old and worn-out medical canon. Ray, on the other hand, frowned in response, never expecting someone to suddenly appear and offer such a sky-high price when he thought obtaining the medical canon was a sure thing. At that, he raised his paddle determinedly. "15 million!" 15 million?! Wendy reflexively gazed in the direction of the voice at once. She quirked her brows, surprised that someone would actually fight her for the medical canon. Huh, you don't know what you're in for! The next second, Nightshade's message arrived. 'Miss Clark, shall I continue?' Wendy smirked in response and replied to him at once. On the stage, the auctioneer's voice was already trembling. They never thought the price of a mere medical canon could go up to 15 million. "15 million going once, going twice, last call—" "150 million!" Nightshade calmly raised his paddle upon receiving the order. Miss Clark has given the order. She must have this medical canon. At the same time, the crowd exploded into a tumult. "Good Lord, 150 million! Who has that much money to spend 150 million on a tattered book?!" "Is he a new rich in Woodspine Heights? How have I not met him?" "Either way, do you expect him to be richer than Mr. Willoughby? That guy right there is Mr. Willoughby's assistant. Speaking of which, how come Mr. Willoughby didn't show up today?" The crowd was abuzz with discussion. Even Ray was dumbfounded. He scrutinized the man in black with sunglasses and wondered who the man was. With a price of 150 million, Ray ultimately dared not make the decision on his own. So, he texted Patrick. 'Sir, the bidding price for the medical canon has come up to 150 million. Are we to continue?'