My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess novel Chapter 120

Reminiscing 

“We all know what men are thinking. Besides, no matter how beautiful that woman is, she was just a plaything. Even though she pretended to be a graceful, pretty woman at the time, she still ended up messing around. Let me tell you a secret. Actually, I’ve slept with her before… Hehehe.” 

The man who spoke had a mysterious expression on his face. As he spoke, he seemed to be reminiscing on something. 

All of a sudden, wicked smiles appeared on everyone’s faces. 

Lucille–stopped in her tracks. 

She continued walking slowly as if she didn’t hear anything. 

-However, she sent a silver needle flying out. 

The expression of the man who had been chatting excitedly froze, and then he bent down painfully. His forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was pale. 

A few seconds later, the man was sent to the hospital urgently. 

Lucille kept her gaze steadily forward and sat in the last row with Molly since it was the most inconspicuous place. 

Minutes later, the auction officially began.. 

The items that were being auctioned in front of her included treasures, calligraphy, paintings, antiques, vases, jewelry, and diamonds. Lucille was not interested in those at all. She had never even raised her bidding paddle. 

Molly sat beside her obediently, eating while they waited. 

The auction went on for quite some time. Before the final item was auctioned, Mount Ocean House present another item. It was a very delicate and exquisite jade pot. 

The pot was smaller than a person’s palm, and it was completely made out of emerald–green jade. It was smooth like a crystal and absolutely 

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gorgeous. As it slowly rotated under the glass dome, the shimmering light of its reflection left many people dazzled. 

“Wow! This is a real treasure! I heard that it’s an antique with centuries of history. It’s the only thing that has been preserved in perfect condition. It’s got amazing value as a collectible!” 

“Of course it does. The starting price is 50 million!” 

The discussion gradually stopped because someone was raising his paddle to bid. 

50 million went up to 70 million. 

70 million went up to 90 million. 

As the price rose higher and higher, fewer and fewer people were raising their paddles. 

“90 million, calling once!” 

Just when the host was announcing the bid, someone from a private room, on the second floor said, “150 million.” 

There was a dead silence. 

Lucille raised her head and looked at the room on the second floor. 

From her point of view, she could only see a tall and slender silhouette. 

The man was sitting by the window, with one hand hanging on the wooden railing. His five fingers were clean and slender, and his joints were very 

defined. 

Lucille looked away after a quick glance. 

The hammer struck down. 

The jade pot was bought by the man at a price of 150 million dollars. 

Finally, the last item appeared.