The Ex-Con Who Conquered the World novel Chapter 134

Someone immediately topped Marcus.

"Five hundred ten million dollars!"

"Five hundred twenty million dollars!" Marcus raised again.

The other bidder matched without hesitation.

"Five hundred thirty million dollars!"

Marcus frowned and tracked the voice to a middle-aged man he didn't recognize. "Sir, you keep bidding against me. Is this a deliberate slight to my family?"

The man smiled amiably, "Your family needs the elixir. So does mine.

"As for your family's standing—frankly, it doesn't carry much weight with me. I'm Leroy Elijah of the Tiger Head Society. If the Winters have a problem with this, you know where to find me."

Gasps rippled through the room.

Leroy, vice chairman of the Tiger Head Society, was second only to the chairman. A man who smiled as he spoke, and smiled as he struck—all without changing expression. Behind that friendly face lurked a brutal, bloodthirsty nature.

Marcus' face went rigid. He'd heard of Leroy. Even his family wouldn't want to cross someone like him. Besides, Leroy was a Level 9 Hidden Sect Realm cultivator—one step away from a Transformed Sect Grandmaster. Backed by the Tiger Head Society and its ties to the Dragon Sea Chamber of Commerce, he had nothing to fear from the Winters.

Marcus forced a smile and cupped his hands.

"Mr. Elijah. An honor."

Leroy snorted and ignored him. If the head of the Winter family were here, maybe he'd show some courtesy. But a spoiled brat like Marcus? Not worth his time.

No one else bid after that. Partly respect for Leroy, partly fear of the Tiger Head Society.

The third elixir went to Leroy for five hundred thirty million dollars.

Hazel's voice rang out.

"Ladies and gentlemen—our final Quintessence Elixir!"

Marcus' eyes hardened. This last one—he had to have it.

Bidding for the final Quintessence Elixir grew even more intense. It was the last one—there would be no second chances.

Marcus went all in, eyes bloodshot, bidding frantically, determined to win at any cost.

He finally shouted a price that silenced the room.

All eyes turned.

It was none other than Stefan holding up the bidding paddle.

"Who's that? Don't recognize him."

"That's Stefan—the ex-con who's been making waves in River City lately. Somehow ended up engaged to that Stewart girl."

"Oh—the one who married into the Stewart family? Ex-con, married in. Where'd he get that kind of money?"

"Probably just messing with Mr. Winter. They had a run-in before the auction started."

"Exactly. No way an ex-con—or even the Stewarts themselves—would dare compete with Mr. Winter. This is just spite."

Murmurs filled the room.

Marcus' face went dark, his eyes venomous. He was sure Stefan was just messing with him.

Beside him, Zoey had jumped when Stefan bid. She knew the Stewarts' situation. Even her father couldn't casually throw out that much cash. No way he had that kind of liquidity.

But hearing the whispers, she understood. Stefan was just being petty.