"Isn't it just bidding? If you've got the guts, make an offer."
The words were arrogant, the expression flamboyant.
Indeed, as Benjamin Durant said, Luna Durant has a flamboyant and domineering nature.
The shop assistant who had previously attended to Luna was clueless about how to handle the situation. Fortunately, the assistant with Nora Scott whispered a few words to him, and after glancing at Nora twice, he gradually felt relieved.
Nora reached out her hand, took the mechanism from the display, and toyed with it, her fingers inadvertently brushing over the ginkgo leaf pattern.
She curled her lips, leaned sideways, and raised an eyebrow at Luna Durant, "You go first, make an offer."
"Thirty thousand."
Red lips curved, Luna Durant quoted a price.
"Three hundred thousand."
Without even lifting an eyelid, Nora Scott nonchalantly raised the bid.
Three hundred thousand.
This was the highest price Nora knew.
