A Vengeful Girl

Chapter 462 Many Woman Were Ruined in His Hands

Paul suddenly realized what had happened.

"Young Master, was this evil scheme of yours... taught by Lady Linda?" Paul snickered on the side, but

he had already arranged everything and sent someone over to the next VIP room to enforce some

trash talk.

He also told his underling that he didn't need to be nice when confronting the person in the next room.

That person knew what Paul had meant by "not being nice". However, his nerves got the best of him

when he set foot on the doorway, so he just warned the people inside without leaving the entrance. He

didn't want to go inside. What if they held him hostage?

Whoever was in there was a successful business man, and he was not capable of fighting against such

powerful men. It would do him good to return to Charles as soon as he had finished his mission.

Charles would keep him safe for sure.

He shouted at the people inside from the doorway, "Sir, our boss will take that necklace. You could

save yourself from all your efforts. Besides, you couldn't beat our boss in the auction. You are definitely

no match with him in terms of wealth. So you'd better give it up!"

Hanson was agitated by his words.

'What did he mean by I am definitely no match with his boss in terms of wealth? No one in this province

could ever compete with me in terms of assets and power.' NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

At least... no one to his knowledge.

"Go and seize that guy. How dare he speak to our boss in such a disrespectful manner?" one of

Hanson's main bodyguards said angrily.

Charles's man, on the other hand, had left the site rapidly. He was not so dumb as to stand still and

wait to get caught. He had run back swiftly, losing the men behind him.

"Forget it. That man is probably just a coward who has nothing but a few aggressive words to show. No

one in this place would dare fight me. I will teach him a lesson. We could start bidding up unreasonably

and compete with him. He wants that necklace so much? Maybe I should help him get it."

Hanson chuckled, making his fat body shake.

He reached out one of his hands and moved his fingers. The woman behind him knew what he was

asking for, so she then handed him a cigar and lit it for him obediently.

Hanson pulled the woman into his arms and took a drag from the cigar.

"Sir, what a brilliant idea! That man could use up all his money to get the necklace. How dare he bid for

the same piece with you?"

"I'm sure that thirty-carat diamond necklace is only worth 80 million at most. Besides, even if I couldn't

get the necklace as a present for Sophia, I could still get her. She has signed on a product

endorsement worth 300 million from me. She has to give something back for such a generous offer.

Otherwise, she doesn't deserve it."

Hanson remarked.

Charles raised the bid to 200 million. He had added a lot on top of his last offer.

Charles knew well what these people were all about.

Hanson owned a big, profitable business, so Charles thought that he could spare a few more millions.

Also, Charles had figured out what was going on in Hanson's mind. They were both jacking up the

price till someone was unable to make a higher bid.

That's why Charles had sent someone over to give Hanson the wrong impression that he was

determined to get the necklace. In reality, he was willing to give it up.

"What should we do now? Sir, they have bid up the price to 200 million." Hanson was calm, yet his

underling was starting to get anxious.

"No need to worry. It seems that he doesn't want to get the necklace, either. He must be playing the

same trick. Never mind, we can just make one last bid. I'm sure he will follow." He reached out his

hands and pinched the beauty on the waist to signal a bid. Then, someone by his side raised the bid by

a buck, making the necklace worth 200 million and one now.

Charles was somewhat amused upon seeing what Hanson had done. Hanson might have regarded

himself as the manipulator of this auction!

But to Hanson's disappointment, Charles was the master manipulator.

Charles straightened the collar of his suit, grabbed the glass on the table with his long fingers, took a

sip of wine, and stood up. Then, he ordered, "Let's go home. Linda probably misses me. I will surprise

her tonight."

Charles had intended to return home tomorrow, but now that he had changed his mind, there was no

need to linger on. He should return home as soon as possible to keep her company.

"Wow! The highest bid for this necklace is now 200 million and one made by the sir from the right box.

You, sir, from the left VIP box, do you want to make another offer? You are only behind by one!"

On the stage, the emcee was clearly ravished with joy. The price of the necklace was being paid more

than double than what it was actually worth. How could he not be thrilled by this?

However, Charles and his men had pushed the door open and prepared to leave the site.

The emcee saw this. Now that the people in the left box had left, he announced the results

unequivocally, "200 million and one, going once."

"200 million and one, going twice."

"200 million and one, going thrice. Sold!"

The production assistant below the stage presented the name list to the auctioneer. Since the auction

was over, the names of the participants were allowed to be revealed.

"The person who got the necklace was... Mr. Hanson Zhuang! You are truly a wealthy man, Mr.

Zhuang. Please welcome him onstage."

But Hanson, on the other hand, was still in a trance.

How come that guy next door didn't make a higher bid? He was waiting for his last bid. After which, he

would leave with his men. But now, he was caught off guard. With the pretty escort on his lap, he was

very much turned on.

Yet, this unexpected result came as a blow which had quelled down all his desires. Although he had a

lot of money, he was still unwilling to spend 200 million just to buy a woman a necklace.

Let alone someone he had yet to get...

It definitely was not a good bargain. He was a businessman. He knew that it was not worth it.

However, the auction was over, and his bid was the highest. He was done for.

"Shit! Have someone check the identity of the man in the next room." Hanson's face darkened as grave

as it can be.

"Sir, the identity of the bidder is highly confidential. We don't know how to trace that person." His

underlings by his side were already frightened to death. They had never seen such a grim face on their

boss. This time, he must have suffered a great loss.

Hanson was a capricious man. If they failed to settle this matter, they would have it hard when they

leave the auction site.

"You don't know how? If you don't know how, just pull the trigger and send yourself to heaven. Don't

come back to me until you've found something. Get lost." Hanson was certainly on the verge of

explosion.

"Yes, sir. Yes, I will work on it immediately. Please don't get mad at me."

He was still sitting in his box even after the auctioneer had called him three times. He succumbed to his

rage and shoved the woman in his arms to the floor.

The woman hit her head on the side table, but she had to bear the intolerable pain and make no sound

even though she didn't do anything wrong.

She dared not cry out in pain. Hanson would kill her if she tried to go against his will.

Many women had died in the hands of Hanson.