She looked in the other direction through the one-way glass.
The two bidders were both VIPs on the second floor.
A woman and a man.
Neither of them was young, it seemed.
With her slender brows furrowed slightly, she stopped making bids.
Warrior Tucker turned his head to look at her, urging, "Why aren't you bidding?"
Yvonne Finley closed her eyes slightly, took a bite out of a pastry, "Let's see how far they'll go."
If she made a bid now, it would only inflate the price.
She wanted to observe and see the bottom line of the two bidders.
Warrior Tucker's eyes lit up, he raised his eyebrows at her: "How much do you have in your account?"
Yvonne Finley shrugged, chuckling softly: "A few tens of millions."
Warrior Tucker covered his mouth, then sat up scratching his head and cheek, "A few tens? How are you richer than me? Are all you painters so rich?"
Yvonne Finley pondered, "Not really..."