Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 345

“The buyer from VIP Room 2 has withdrawn.”

Just as Felton’s trembling fingers were about to punch in another zero, the auctioneer's voice rang out.

Withdrawn? Weren't they just bidding like their life depended on it?

“The P3.0 drug goes to the buyer in VIP Room 1.”

With three raps of the gavel, it was final. A staff member promptly delivered the item to their suite.

“Send this to Dr. Landon at our hospital,” Shanley instructed Felton after confirming the item was correct. “Tell him the research budget is unlimited, but I want to see progress within three months.”

“Yes, sir,” Felton said, carefully taking the multi-million dollar purchase and leaving respectfully.

Once his instructions were given, Shanley turned to find the young woman beside him staring at him without blinking.

“What is it?” he asked with a gentle smile, picking up a bottle of water and twisting it open. “Thirsty?”

“A little.” Juniper accepted the bottle and took a small sip, her eyes still fixed on him.

Ruthless, cruel, and merciless? This didn't seem so bad. In fact, it was quite admirable. As she watched him, she felt her heart begin to race and her cheeks grow warm.

“Are you hot?” Noticing her flushed face, Shanley placed a hand on her forehead to check her temperature, then instructed Flint, “Turn the air conditioning down a bit.”

Juniper said nothing, just took a few more gulps of water.

Right. The AC must be on too high.

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“You want this?” Shanley took the bidding device and handed it to her, his voice indulgent. “If you want it, buy it.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll spend all your money?” Juniper asked, lifting her long lashes with a playful curve to her lips.

“My money is your money,” Shanley leaned in, his handsome face close to hers, his tone both serious and tender. “Spend it however you like.”

Juniper's heart skipped a beat. He was handsome, rich, and so considerate. She’d really hit the jackpot.

“Alright,” she said with a smile, adding a hundred dollars to the starting bid of five million. Five million and one hundred dollars. No one else wanted this sorry little weed anyway. She was just making a token gesture.

Having placed her bid, she started packing her snacks back into her bag, considering the task complete. But then the auctioneer’s voice called out, “VIP Room 6 bids five million, five hundred thousand.”

Juniper’s hand froze, and a small cookie dropped onto the table. She turned back to the main screen in disbelief.