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Benedict gave Room 2 a long look before raising his bid. “4.2 million dollars!” However, the price quickly shot up to 6 million, which was getting a bit out of hand.
Without hesitation, Benedict called out, “7 million dollars.”
Then, he turned toward Room 2, his tone turning sharp. “I’m Benedict, CEO of Landon Group. This potion is extremely important to me. I hope you can show some respect and let it go. We’ll make sure you’re well compensated.”
Mark snickered. “Mr. Landon, this is Neprana. The Landon family isn’t exactly a household name here. Your Ashington mafia tricks won’t work.”
Sure enough, there was a long pause from Room 2 before the bid came back, “8 million dollars!”
They weren’t even trying to give the Landons any ground. At 8 million, the price was four times what it was on the black market.
Suzanna gasped, clearly stunned. She leaned in, concerned. “Benedict, this is getting crazy. We shouldn’t pay this much…”
Benedict shot her a cold look. This could save his grandmother’s life, so it was worth any price.
But he wasn’t planning to get into a bidding war with whoever was in Room 2. If they weren’t going to show him respect, he would have to take another approach.
He signaled to the host, telling him to call it, and the host announced the final decision: the potion went to Room 2 for 8 million dollars.
Suzanna thought Benedict had backed off because of her suggestion. She smiled, pleased with herself, and leaned closer.
But Benedict ignored her, his eyes locked on Room 2 with a dangerous glare. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message. “Get a team together. Keep an eye on whoever’s in Room 2.”
After the auction for the potion, Benedict quickly lost interest in the remaining items. Suzanna, on the other hand, was eyeing a piece of jewelry and kept pestering him to buy it for her.
Once the auction ended, Benedict got a report from his team. “Sir, the person from Room 2 has left. Our guys have her cornered in the parking lot.”
Without hesitation, Benedict made his way to the parking lot. There, he saw Mark standing casually next to a Rolls Royce, surrounded by more than ten of the Landon family’s thugs.
This was Benedict’s plan, he knew how to handle things like this. As part of the mafia, the Landon family was all too familiar with this kind of intimidation. If someone refused to cooperate, they made sure to get their point across.
What surprised Benedict, though, was how calm Mark seemed, even with so many tough guys around.
“Earlier, Mr. Landon, you said I had a bad memory,” Mark said with a grin. “But now it seems like you’re the one with the short memory. I reminded you half an hour ago, this isn’t your Rediff City.”
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Chapter 11 What’s Your Choice?
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A voice from inside the car replied, “Looks like you are serious about getting this reagent, Mr. Landon
Benedict’s expression hardened, and his eyes turned cold. The voice was too familiar. It made him think of his ex–wife, the one who had vanished in the fire two years ago.
Is that her? No way! Benedict shook his head. Francesca was just a regular woman, there was no way she could be giving orders to Grandance Group’s CEO.
Before he could let his thoughts run wild, the voice from the car cut through the tension. “I heard your grandmother has cancer, Mr. Landon. This potion… it’s meant to save lives.
“So, if it comes down to it, would you choose to give up Suzanna or give up the potion? One life for another. What’s your choice?”
Benedict moved forward to open the car door, but Mark blocked his path. When he noticed Suzanna following, Mark’s face lit up, like he was enjoying the drama. “Mr. Landon, make your choice.”
Benedict was about to signal his guys to take action, but before he could, over ten armed bodyguards stepped out of the car next to him, all pointing their guns straight at everyone, Benedict and Suzanna
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