" Two million, two hundred thousand." The refined voice from the Bluestone Tower box cut through the murmurs, calm as ever.
Ke Yuan's knuckles whitened around the armrest of his seat. " Two million, five hundred thousand!"
Jia Hao chuckled, the sound low and unbothered. " Three million."
" Three million, one hundred thousand." Ke Yuan practically spat the number out, jaw clenched so tight it looked painful.
" Tsk." Jia Hao clicked his tongue, shaking his head slowly. " Is the Ke Family really so strapped for coin that you can only scrape together a hundred thousand at a time? How embarrassing. Three million, five hundred thousand."
A ripple of stifled laughter spread through the nearby boxes. Ke Yuan's face flushed a deep, ugly red.
