Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Is She Really a Woman?
The assistant next to him received Wilder Sheridan’s instructions and immediately said, "Fifteen million!"
Ann Vaughn pondered for a moment and raised the price to sixteen million, but Jane Sheridan’s side immediately followed up with a high bid of twenty million.
By now, how could Ann Vaughn not realize they were deliberately targeting her?
...It’s just that this method is a bit too childish.
"Twenty-five million," Ann Vaughn said calmly, raising the bid again.
In the VIP seats, Wilder Sheridan immediately felt a sense of provocation and signaled his assistant: "Raise it, let’s see how long she can hold out!"
"Yes!"
With their deliberate price inflation, the price for the Hundred-year-old Blood Ganoderma quickly soared to a staggering thirty-three million, leaving others stunned.
While this medicinal material is rare, it’s not unattainable. Given its age, anything over ten million is not worth it.
"Congratulations to VIP Number 2 for winning the Hundred-year-old Blood Ganoderma. Let’s give a round of applause!" The auctioneer struck the gavel, determining the final ownership of the Ganoderma.
As applause sounded in the Crystal Hall, Jane Sheridan’s eyes nearly overflowed with pride as she cast a subtle mocking glance in Ann Vaughn’s direction.
But who knew Ann Vaughn was just touching her chin and looking back at her, with not a trace of disappointment on her pretty face, her clear eyes filled with amusement.
Not even securing such a small item, what was there to be proud of?
Jane Sheridan frowned, assuming Ann Vaughn was just putting on a show and chose to ignore her.
What she didn’t know was that if it weren’t for the number of people here, Ann Vaughn might have burst out laughing.
The Hundred-year-old Blood Ganoderma is good, but not worth forty million. She didn’t expect someone would be foolish enough to spend this money to target her.
It’s actually quite interesting.
Ann Vaughn didn’t participate in the following auctions, and when it was almost over, she got up and left her seat.
"Miss Vaughn." Just then, a voice suddenly called out to Ann Vaughn from behind.
Ann Vaughn paused slightly, turned to look, and saw Jane Sheridan walking towards her, accompanied by a tall man wearing sunglasses and a mask, with an extraordinary demeanor.
Jane Sheridan had a friendly smile on her face, showing no trace of the aggression from the other day.
"I didn’t expect to meet Miss Vaughn in Marinia, what an unexpected coincidence."
"Do you need something?" Ann Vaughn looked at her with a calm gaze, her delicate face showing no expression.
Wilder Sheridan immediately frowned with dissatisfaction. What kind of attitude was this woman taking?
"I just thought that you probably really like this item, so we don’t mind giving it to you. After all, our family has many of these things," Jane Sheridan said, signaling the assistant to take out the box containing the Ganoderma.
Then handed it to Ann Vaughn.
Ann Vaughn slightly lifted her gaze, watching Jane Sheridan’s deliberate generosity with amusement.
The more she ignored it, the more persistent they became.
Before Ann Vaughn could respond, a middle-aged man in The Gilded Pavilion uniform pushed through the crowd and hurried to Ann Vaughn, respectfully asking, "Miss Vaughn, we’ve organized all the items in the private collection; would you like to go over and choose now?"
The private collection of The Gilded Pavilion is known to store top auction items, and those familiar with The Gilded Pavilion know of such a place.
Even Black Gold Card members of The Gilded Pavilion generally can’t enter this place freely.
Let alone choose items inside at their discretion!
The superior and arrogant smile that had been on Jane Sheridan’s face immediately froze, and her hand clutching the box gradually tightened.
"Your pavilion’s bias is rather blatant. Our young master and miss are both Black Gold Card members of The Gilded Pavilion, yet they’re still unable to enter the private collection. Why is this woman, just an ordinary member, able to?"
The assistant, who had been with the Sheridan Family for a long time, had keen insight. Noticing the distasteful look Jane Sheridan often gave Ann Vaughn, he understood that Miss Sheridan disliked her.
And seeing this woman’s seat was just in the ordinary VIP area, he didn’t think she was anyone important.
Why should she receive such special treatment?
Ann Vaughn recalled the invitation in her bag, which had no restrictions, allowing her to access the highest VIP seats without any hindrance.
But since she didn’t like to be high-profile, she had just casually chosen a seat with a good view and sat there, not thinking much of it.
"I’m sorry, these are our rules. Only Miss Vaughn has this privilege; otherwise, even Black Gold Card members cannot receive the same rights," the middle-aged man replied in a steady tone.
The assistant’s face suddenly felt hot.
Wasn’t this clearly implying that the young master and miss were beneath this woman?
Jane Sheridan’s just-turning-pleasant face immediately darkened, forcing herself to keep it together, "I see? My apologies to Miss Vaughn. I only intended to make a good connection. I didn’t realize you didn’t need it. Please don’t mind my overstepping."
She maintained a very humble posture, with a smiling reluctance that naturally evoked sympathy.
Ann Vaughn pursed her lips. Who was she putting that bullied act on for?
Cyrus Hawthorne wasn’t here.
"Miss Vaughn, please come with me," the middle-aged man gently reminded.
Ann Vaughn nodded slightly, ignored Jane Sheridan, and turned to leave with him.
Standing beside Jane Sheridan, Wilder Sheridan, concerned about being recognized, had remained silent until now, but he couldn’t hold back any longer.
When had he ever seen his always proud and confident sister humbling herself to someone in this way?
Yet this person didn’t even appreciate it and even embarrassed her!
Was he, her brother, dead or something?
Wilder Sheridan strode forward, forcefully grabbing Ann Vaughn’s shoulder, "Hey, where the hell are your manners—"
The last word’s tone was continuously raised.
He didn’t even see how Ann Vaughn grabbed his arm in a reverse hold, but in an instant, he was thrown to the ground!
Without even a pause!
His back hit the floor with a heavy thud, causing Wilder Sheridan to curl up in pain, gritting his teeth, almost losing his sunglasses.
Jane Sheridan let out a scream, quickly rushing to shield him, glaring at Ann Vaughn with hatred, "Miss Vaughn, if you dislike me, just come at me. Why hit my brother?"
"Ha," Ann Vaughn’s red lips curled into a smile, clapping her hands twice indifferently, "Sorry, I thought it was a creep, so it was just a reflex."
After speaking, she turned and followed the middle-aged man to the elevator, her waterfall-like hair tracing a beautiful arc in the air, indescribably dashing.
Wilder Sheridan, now standing up from the floor, felt as though his bones had nearly come apart just moments ago.
Damn, is she really a woman? Such strength!