Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 289

He would raise the sign to bid as long as Lucy demonstrated an inkling of fondness.

Yard Corporation was into the property and building material trade, and as the nation’s leading enterprise in this respect, they had accumulated a financial abundance.

As the only son to Chairman Yard, Trent was, of course, not short of funds.

He spent money like water when it came to courting girls, throwing money about just to get a smile.

Yet, he came across Joel today.

On every piece of item that Trent had his eye on, Joel would go all out in bidding him up.

Trent kept his cool in the beginning but soon realized the price skyrocketed at an unbelievable rate.

It was as though those numbers did not represent money.

Sure, Trent had money but it was not to be spent this way.

A bangle, valued at a mere five hundred thousand, was raised by Joel to thirty million.

If he did not know that he was Joel Foster, a famously rich good-for-nothing of a hothead, Trent would probably suspect that Joel was trying to extort him.

Able to sense something amiss, Lucy turned back and glanced at Joel with a lofty look on his face. She glared at him before rotating her head back to urge Trent.

“Young Master Yard, forget it. Just let Young Master Foster have it if he likes it that much! Let’s see what else the auction has.”

However, she was oblivious to the fact that men were prone to flaunting their superiority, especially in the face of their beloved women.

In this particular instance, Trent somehow felt that Joel was picking a fight with him because of Lucy who was sitting beside him.

After all, although they were not seated together, Trent and Lucy sat right in front of Joel and his group. The scorching gaze from behind could not be ignored.

With his patience tried, Trent did not listen to Lucy’s words and put in a bid.

To quit at a time like this was equivalent to admitting defeat.

Any man would not give up if there was still a competing chance.

In their eyes, Trent and Joel were not after a bangle but the pride of a man.

Yet to his surprise, Joel immediately threw in the towel after he raised the bid once more.

Trent was in a daze.

Were they not competing?

Young Master Foster stopped at thirty-five million. What was going on?

Shocked, he turned back to look but Joel was smirking back at him, mouthing a word rather exaggeratedly.

Idiot!

Trent was speechless.

The color drained from Lucy’s face as she also noticed Joel mouthing the word.

Even an idiot could tell that Joel was playing him a fool!

She whispered to Trent, “Young Master Yard, this bangle is too expensive. He’s bidding you up. Let’s just leave it.”

Trent forced a smile.

“It’s okay. Didn’t you like it? Money can’t buy love. It’s just a small sum of money, don’t take it to heart.”

He may have suffered a loss but he was not going to let it show.

These tens of millions were nothing compared to losing face.