Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1779

This number was exactly where she wanted it.

She wasn't just blindly driving up the price without a plan.

Earlier, when she had reverse-tracked The Raven's data, she had conveniently hacked into Obsidian Sun's financial logs aboard Project Zero-Transit.

Obviously, she couldn't pinpoint the exact dollar amount.

But she knew his liquid emergency limit hovered right around this specific threshold.

Furthermore, given the utter chaos she had orchestrated tonight, Obsidian Sun and Project Zero-Transit had likely severed their ties completely.

Knowing Project Zero-Transit's brutal protocols, The Raven was most likely locked in a room right now, awaiting an interrogation.

Whether he could even contact the outside world to scrounge up more funds was highly debatable.

Besides, in the last few rounds, the delay between his bids had grown significantly longer.

Especially after breaking the hundred-billion mark, he had waited until the absolute last second to counter.

Therefore, a hundred and thirty billion was perfect.

If she pushed any higher and The Raven actually went bust, she'd be stuck with Specimen Fourteen—handing the ship an astronomical sum of money for nothing.

She already possessed every single piece of data concerning Specimen Fourteen.

She had zero use for the physical asset.

From the very beginning, she never had the slightest intention of buying him back.

If she actually wanted it, why would she have gone through the immense trouble of throwing him onto the auction block in the first place?

She wasn't here to run a charity or take a loss.

Putting Specimen Fourteen on the block was simply her way of toying with the arrogant fool—the same fool who had dared to use her grandmother to blackmail her onto this ship.

She wanted The Raven to watch helplessly as Obsidian Sun's prized possession was publicly fought over and treated like common merchandise.

And finally, she wanted to force him to empty his own pockets to reclaim it.

This price hit the absolute sweet spot.

...

Out on the floor, the crowd stared at The Sterling Sovereign's suite, realizing the room was still completely unresponsive.

Whispers began rippling through the audience.

"He's out?"

His body had unconsciously leaned forward, his eyes burning holes into the screen.

He even subconsciously held his breath.

Every muscle in his body was coiled with unprecedented tension.

"Don't..."

A low, desperate mutter escaped his rigid lips, sounding dangerously close to begging. "Please, don't bid... don't bid..."

Stop bidding.

Stop it!

Please, Sterling Sovereign, do not press that button...

For the first time in his life, The Raven found himself praying to whatever higher power would listen.

Pleading with the universe that the light in that VIP suite would stay dead.

He didn't even realize how pathetic he had become.

The man who had been consumed by murderous rage, who wanted nothing more than to rip The Sterling Sovereign and The Panacea to shreds, was now reduced to staring at a screen, begging his enemies for mercy.