Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 872

Sebastian pushed up his glasses.

The expression on his face remained gentle.

But beneath the lenses, his dark, somber eyes shot Serena a chilling, sinister glance.

He took a step forward, walked up onto the auction stage, and took a microphone. With a warm smile, he said, "Thank you all for graciously yielding, allowing our family to retain the Ghost Doctor's authentic notes."

"To show our sincerity, the Doyle family will donate ten percent of the final bid price to the Vaelion Medical Relief Fund."

He paused for a moment before continuing. "Moving forward, the medical institutions under the Doyle family will organize elite teams to conduct a comprehensive and in-depth study of the Ghost Doctor's notes."

"I believe that in the near future, our family will be able to fully replicate and develop the life-extending compound created by the Ghost Doctor."

"When that day comes, everyone present here will be among the first beneficiaries."

It was a remarkably beautiful speech.

Originally, everyone had been watching the spectacle, thinking the Doyle family was forcing themselves to swallow a three-billion-dollar pill.

But now, a wave of intense regret instantly washed over the crowd.

"Oh man, that's a formula from the Ghost Doctor!"

"The Doyle family is playing this smart. If they actually develop the Ghost Doctor's formula, the profits will far exceed three billion! Thirty billion will be a drop in the bucket!"

"What a loss! Why didn't I bid earlier?"

"To miss out on something so incredible. Those are the Ghost Doctor's notes..."

A chorus of sorrowful sighs filled the hall.

Some people looked at Mr. Kessler with faces full of pity. "Mr. Kessler, why did you give up?"

"You made a foolish mistake. How could you listen to the words of a young girl?"

Hearing these remarks, Mr. Kessler also felt uncertain.

He couldn't help but look at Serena again.

He saw the young girl looking down, playing on her phone. Her pale, elegant fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, and a faint, mocking smirk played at the corner of her lips.

Seeing such a composed and unbothered posture.

For some reason.

The feverish burning desire in Mr. Kessler's heart was suddenly extinguished.

"Sigh." Mr. Kessler let out a long breath and tossed his bidding paddle onto the table. "In medicine, it's all about fate."

"It simply means I didn't have enough fate to possess the Ghost Doctor's authentic notes."

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