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    “I’m quite capable of managing this myself.”


    Without a supreme member’s intervention, she could stillpete effectively. Forreal’s auction rules dictated specific fund limits for each membership tier—top-tier membersmanded pools of up to 50 billion. Exceeding these limits resulted in automatic disqualification, as it indicated insufficient payment capacity. Supreme members, however, operated without such constraints, possessing the unique ability to continuously replenish their funds.


    “I wish to experience the joy of winning ady’s smile through extravagant means,” Nate murmured, his gaze filled with tenderness.


    “Miss Hond, might you grant me that privilege?”


    Corrine held his gaze before finally allowing a smile to grace her features.


    “Miss Hond?” Jacob prompted through the earpiece, awaiting direction.


    “I hear you,” Corrine responded, her voice regaining its characteristic coolness. After a measured nce at Nate, she dered, “Given the supreme member’s involvement, we shall withdraw from the bidding.”


    “A prudent decision,” Jacob concurred, though resignation tinged his words.


    “We cannot hope topete against a supreme member.”


    In another VIP room, malice flickered in the blond man’s eyes. The sudden appearance of a supreme member at this crucial juncture had blindsided him.


    Sensing the oppressive aura emanating from his boss, the crew-cut man drew a careful breath. After a moment’s hesitation, he ventured cautiously, “Sir, Samira asked if we should proceed with the bidding.”


    With a cold expression, the blond man turned his attention to the screen. A sly grin briefly yed across his lips, mischief sparkling in his gaze.


    “Proceed!”


    The red-haired woman, Samira Natt, acting on the instruction, enthusiastically lifted her paddle.


    “Fifty billion!”


    This figure represented the maximum limit essible to top-tier members. Under the auction’s guidelines, the supreme member was required to honor any bid ced. Meaning, a counteroffer would necessitate a staggering one hundred billion.


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    Could anyone justify spending such an amount on just a replica? Most of the attendees believed that even the wealthiest wouldn’t be foolish enough to go that far.


    Nevertheless, the proxy bidder dered, “The supreme member offers one hundred billion.”


    A wave of disbelief swept through the venue.


    Filthy rich!


    The staggering bid shocked the wealthy crowd, leaving them stunned by the astronomical figure. The attendees murmured, specting about the identity of the bold bidder willing to spend such a sum effortlessly. To casually bid one hundred billion without hesitation!


    Inside her private suite, Corrine’s expression hardened, a cold determination in her eyes.


    “This is clearly a setup.”


    They had baited Nate by pushing the fund pool to its brink, ensuring he’d pay dearly.


    “A supreme member, really?” the blond man scoffed, his look one of scorn.


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