The final item at Mr. Lynch’s auction was a plot of land.
It was located in the southern part of Crestfall.
As a semi-developed commercial area, anyone could see the potential value of southern Crestfall. The land was currently valued at around ten billion, but if the Keldon Business District was fully developed, the plot would be worth far more.
The fiercest competition for this land was between Mr. Sloan and Theodore Lancaster—the man who had just returned to the Sloan family and was rumored to be their legitimate son.
Everyone held their breath, wondering who would ultimately win the plot.
Laura Jennings located Nathaniel Sloan and shot the butler a meaningful look. The butler understood, approached Nathaniel, and said, "Sir, Mrs. Sloan is looking for you. She’s over there. Should you... should you go now...?"
He was her son, after all. Yet, when Mrs. Sloan summoned him, Mr. Sloan acted as if he hadn’t heard. "Just say what you need to say."
Cold sweat beaded on the butler’s brow. "Mrs. Sloan has something to discuss with you. She’s asking you to go over."
Nathaniel Sloan calmly took a sip of his tea. "I have nothing to discuss with her."
"But... but..."
"You insolent whelp!" Laura Jennings’s anger flared. Ignoring the crowd, she swung a vicious slap, but Nathaniel merely tilted his head. She lost her balance and stumbled back into a chair. "You dare to dodge?!"
The expression in Nathaniel Sloan’s eyes never changed. "You’re getting old, Ms. Jennings. You can’t even land a slap anymore. Perhaps you should focus on your upkeep."
Laura Jennings was about to go mad with rage. ’What an insolent whelp! Theodore is always so polite and respectful, but this Nathaniel Sloan... He’s just an ungrateful wretch!’
"What is this behavior? I’m your mother! Is this how you treat your own mother? You see me arrive and don’t even greet me, let alone stand up and offer me your seat? I am your biological mother! You ill-mannered brat!"
Nathaniel Sloan nodded calmly. "Mm."
The man was completely unfazed. "I’m aware Ms. Jennings is my biological mother. So if I have no manners, it’s because the fish rots from the head down. You’ll just have to live with it, Ms. Jennings."
Estelle Lockwood: "..."
Estelle Lockwood couldn’t help it. "Pfft..."
Laura Jennings choked, so furious she could barely breathe.
But she remembered the purpose of her visit, gritted her teeth, and lowered her voice.
"Nathaniel Sloan, I’m warning you. Don’t you dare try anything at this auction. That land belongs to Theodore!"
The seats in the auction hall were widely spaced and separated by privacy screens. Since Laura Jennings had also lowered her voice, no one else could overhear their conversation.
However, judging by Laura Jennings’s tone, it was clearly not a pleasant one.
The onlookers held their breath, not daring to speak.
Just then, Nathaniel Sloan slowly set down his teacup. The sharp CLACK echoed, making everyone’s heart jump.
There wasn’t the slightest ripple of emotion in the man’s eyes. With a mocking tone, he raised an eyebrow. "So?"
Laura Jennings seethed. "So, you’d better just give up on that land. If you dare to bid on it, I swear, this won’t be over!"
Nathaniel Sloan’s tone was laden with meaning. "And in what capacity is Ms. Jennings giving me orders?"
"As your biological mother, of course!"
Nathaniel Sloan nodded slowly. "Ah, I see. I was under the impression you were Theodore Lancaster’s mother, seeing as you’re both equally useless."
Once again, Estelle Lockwood had to suppress her amusement. ’Looking at the furious, yet restrained expression on Laura Jennings’s face, I almost want to give her a round of applause for her self-control.’
"NATHANIEL SLOAN!" Laura Jennings shrieked, her voice rising uncontrollably. "Who the hell do you think you are? The Sloan family was always meant to be—"
But before she could finish her sentence, Nathaniel Sloan cut her off, his voice dangerously calm.


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