Living With My Lady Boss

Chapter 655 "Two billion and one hundred million!" Amon was the first to shout.

Brody did not back down either. "Two billion and two hundred million." "Two billion and three hundred million," Reed said coldly.

The crowd was at a loss for words. The Fleeceflower was definitely worth a lot of money, but these men would be making a loss if they kept bidding like this.

Nonetheless, it seemed like none of them intended to stop, and the crowd could only watch on as they battled.

Leonard sneered coldly. He was about to raise his hand, when Wilbur got to his feet and said, "I can't believe you're auctioning off a fake. Do you really think we're stupid?" "What?"

Everyone was shocked to the core. Who the hell was this guy, and how dare he say such things? ¢ The expressions of the Eldor Four, excluding Leonard, changed drastically, and they looked over at Wilbur.

Bruce's gaze flashed dangerously, as Eliam and Jon's expressions turned cold as they glowered at Wilbur.

Leonard stared at Wilbur dumbly for a second before he shouted, "What the hell did you just say? Are you out of your mind?" Wilbur sighed. "The Fleeceflower's a fake, Mister Thatcher. I can promise you it's not a day older than two thousand years." "No way!" "Yeah, this guy's crazy!" "Mister Hayes, Mister Beckett, and the chairman confirmed themselves that it

was real! What is he on about?" All at once, the crowd broke out into / murmurs amongst themselves. However, all of them were against Wilbur and no one was questioning the legitimacy of the Fleeceflower itself.

"Just then, Eliam flew to his feet and shouted, "Are you questioning us, young man?" "What's wrong? Can't I?" Wilbur retaliated at once in a matter-of-fact tone.

Eliam walked up to Wilbur, giving him a once-over coldly. "Young man, you were just commenting on my master's Spiritual Pills left and right, and now you're saying the Fleeceflower's a fake. I think you came here to cause problems." "Spiritual Pills aren't a big deal to begin with. Is free speech not allowed here?" Wilbur said, unimpressed. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

+ Leonard shouted then, "Hey, you shut your mouth before I shut it for you!" I "Bro, I'm not going to watch youwatk I into a trap without doing anything," huffed Wilbur.

Yet Leonard did not seem to appreciate the gesture in the slightest, glowering at Wilbur. "I'm telling you, another word and I'll kill you." Wilbur let out a sigh, shaking his head as he looked back at Leonard.

Just then, Bruce got to his feet with a smile. "Young man, you just said that the Fleeceflower was a fake and denounced the Spiritual Pills. What can you do for you to say something like that?" Wilbur barked out a laugh. "Those Spiritual Pills are hardly worth anything.

What a joke." "How dare you!" Eliam shouted, pointing at Wilbur. "How dare you question my

© master's Spiritual Pills? I think you've got a death wish." I Yet Bruce merely chuckled. ""Don‘tget I riled up now, Mister Hayes. Since this man seems to think so lowly of these Spiritual Pills, I'm sure he's got some skills of his own. Why don't we let him make some Spiritual Pills right here, hm? We'll have nothing to say if they really turn out to be better than your master's, right?" Eliam sneered, saying nothing.

"However," Bruce's tone turned cold, "If you can't make a Spiritual Pill, or the one you make ends up being subpar, you've got no right to question anything like you did, and you'll have to pay for your words." The crowd nodded in agreement.

Eliam's master was an Ambience level cultivator, highly skilled in alchemy. How dare this young man slander him like

I that!