THE BLONDE BOMBSHELL HOSTESS ended the auction to the highest bid of the night: twenty fucking million gold. With that much, one could buy himself a cool Victorian estate in the Lord's District at Titans Landing; complete with moors and lake. Erika had initially staked fifty mil as the auction takeaway. They beat her special by 21, 750, 000.
To put it plainly, the night had ended with Rafel and his friends walking away with the excess of 72 million large—not to mention the connections each had made in the hour-long after-party where each bidder recieved and celebrated his buy among fellow affluents.
But while his friends jollied and drank with famous lords and ladies, Rafel scanned the room for the woman who had outbid him to the eagle prize.
His wife.
Nearly a hundred million tonight was no small win, but it made Rafel wish he had at least gotten a penny in. He had the heart of the wealthy after all.