Alexander Summers erupted with a curse when the bidding price skyrocketed to 4.5 million in just a few seconds.
He wasn't worried about the money, but the thought of shelling out his own cash to redeem Gavin Graves' wife filled him with a strange fury of being the ultimate sucker.
Purple Summers frowned at the LCD screen and asked Alexander Summers, "What's our number?"
To protect the privacy of each guest, every attendee was given a digital ID badge, so no one would know who the buyer of the auction item was. No matter how absurd the purchase, there was no worry of being laughed at.
Alexander Summers handed her the electronic bidder, his brow furrowed tightly enough to crush a fly.
"Sweetheart, are you sure we want to do this?"
Purple Summers tapped the bid button, each press automatically increasing by 150 thousand.
