hapter 51
As Percival’s voice echoed through the venue, everyone’s eyes returned to the two seats.
Nathan studied the woman across from him. She stood there quietly, all emotions hidden behind her mask.
Business warfare was about trump cards, tactics, and–crucially–psychological warfare the moment you sat at the table.
Emotional control was essential for these mind games. For years, Nathan had won countless psychological battles with an unreadable poker face.
Nobody could guess his real hand, couldn’t tell if his calm was an act or confidence, couldn’t tell if his subtle emotional slips were weaknesses or traps.
And he could always see right through opponents‘ psychology, easily exposing their cards.
But this woman…
Nathan’s eyes narrowed as he carefully observed her every move.
As Percival’s voice faded, all attention focused on the masked woman.
Then everyone watched her lift her gaze slightly, looking directly at Nathan.
Her red lips curved into a faint smile.
She raised her right hand slightly, and a new number appeared on her bidding board.
“Bidder 823 continues! Fifteen million!”
Percival’s aged but steady voice filled the venue.
Fifteen times the original!
Fifteen times that 1 million base!
The venue had been noisy during previous bidding, but now it was dead silent.
Everyone seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the final outcome.
“Bidder 823 offers fifteen million. Do I hear higher?”
As Percival’s voice rang out again, all eyes locked on Nathan.
Nathan’s expression remained unchanged as he slightly raised his no–limit hand.
Then everyone heard Percival again-
“Bidder 888 continues! Eighteen million!”
Eighteen times!
Everyone sucked in a sharp breath.
Just a tanzanite, hitting 18 million!
And this might not even be the final price!
“Bidder 888 at eighteen million. Do I hear higher?”
Percival moved quickly, creating intense pressure.
Everyone looked back at the masked woman at 823.
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Would she dare keep going?
If she bid again and blew up his no limit, could she actually afford the price?
But with Nathan’s wealth, could a mere 18 million really blow up his no limit?
What if Nathan was willing to pay even more?
Like, whatever the masked woman bid, he’d match it in charitable donations?
That would be pocket change for him. Just from public records, Nathan’s charable donations last year exceeded a billion.
Including but not limited to university scholarships, rural development, medical treatment for sick children, major illness funds, disaster relief. special education donations, various targeted support funds, and more.
That was just his personal or joint donations with his wife. Ilarrison Group’s corporate charity work was even more extensive.
So if he got pissed and wanted to make her bleed money or destroy her reputation, he absolutely could.
Did this masked woman have the balls to keep bidding?
The venue was silent as all eyes focused on the woman at seat 823.
Then they saw her expression unchanged, right hand rising again.
“Bidder 823 continues! Twenty million!”
As Percival’s voice filled the venue, everyone’s perception of the masked woman shifted.
She was insane!
Absolutely fucking insane!
Twenty times now!
Was she really not scared?
Her opponent was Nathan Harrison!
Nathan Harrison who’d gone no–limit!
“Bidder 823 at twenty million. Do I hear higher?”
Even as Percival directed the question to Nathan, nobody took their eyes off the masked woman.
Everyone stared at this woman.
Or rather, this lunatic!
While 20 million was within reach for many people here–this charity gala had invited only elite society, the wealthy and powerful–not a single person felt they could be crazier than this masked woman.
Cold fury flashed in Nathan’s eyes.
This was pure provocation.
Her repeated decisive bids, even with that hint of mockery, were testing his limits.
Not his financial limits.
His emotional tolerance limits.
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And his limits as Nathan Harrison, supreme leader of Harrison Group.
His no–limit gesture unchanged, Nathan raised his right hand again.
“Bidder 888 continues! Twenty five million!”
The room was stunned.
Twenty–five times!
The bidding had exceeded everyone’s wildest expectations.
Well, maybe except for one person.
“Bidder 888 at twenty–five million. Do I hear higher?”
Everyone kept staring at the masked woman at 823.
Nathan too.
His eyes narrowed as he bore into her, trying to pierce through her mask to see her true intentions beneath.
The woman just smiled slightly, then raised her right hand.
But this time it wasn’t to bid–she placed her right hand over her left chest and bowed slightly.
“You win,” she said. “Congratulations, Mr. Harrison.”
The woman’s clear, calm voice echoed throughout the venue.
Everyone froze.
Just when they thought this woman would go completely mad again, she withdrew.
And she withdrew with complete composure.
Everything had unfolded as if she’d orchestrated it all. She was the puppetmaster, and Nathan was the one being played.
Spotlight hit the slightly bowing woman, her silver satin gown perfectly showcasing her slender figure.
Had she really lost?
The room was a mixed bag of reactions.
Several camps formed-
To many who didn’t understand the game, 823 had lost.
But-
Standing there, though bowing, anyone who knew psychological warfare.
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game wouldn’t think she’d lost. Instead, she’d won brilliantly in this David versus Goliath
“Now we enter final bidding. Bidder 888 at twenty–five million, Any higher bids?”
Percival’s voice brought everyone back to reality.
Focus returned to the auction.
But nobody spoke up.
A 25–million–dollar tanzanite–nobody else would touch it.
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“Twenty five million, first call
Percival’s voice erhoed through the room
Silence
“Twenty–five million, second call.”
Percival paused again.
Still silence.
“Twenty–five million, final call”
This wait was slightly longer, but as expected, nobody bid higher.
“BANG!”
The spotlight finally settled on Nathan and that dazzling deep blue tanzanite
Lights swept through the venue like dragons, while above the mansion, the drone–formed palace lantern burned brilliantly
Percival brought down the gavel with finality-
“Sold! Please show your paddle once more. Bidder 888, sold for twenty–five million! Congratulations on winning this lot.”
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