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    Corrine didn’t say a word. Instead, she pulled out her phone and quickly typed a message to Nate.


    From his VIP room, Nate watched as Corrine pulled out her phone, and he stopped fiddling with his own device.


    Soon, his phone buzzed, and a small, nearly invisible smile tugged at his lips. He nced down to read the text from Corrine: “Is this stone really worth all this trouble?”


    The butler, standing by the railing, noticed Nate’s expression. He hesitated for a moment, then moved forward with a polite tone. “Sir, shall we carry on?”


    Nate didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he quickly typed back to Corrine: “If it’s something you want, I’ll get it for you.”


    When Corrine saw his reply, hershes fluttered, and a warmth spread through her chest.


    The people nearby began to notice the silence from Room No. 1 and started to get curious.


    “What’s going on in Room No. 1?” one person whispered.


    “I heard the person inside is Mr. Hopkins.”


    Before the speaker could finish, Nate’s sharp voice interrupted, “Double it!”


    The two words sent a wave of shock through the crowd.


    Even the experienced auctioneer, ustomed to handling valuable items, stood stunned. Although he wasn’t familiar with stone betting, he had seen his fair share of rare gems. Yet this seemingly worthless rock was now priced at six million!


    In stone betting, the chances of winning were one in ten, making the bet seem like throwing money away.


    The auctioneer quickly recovered, though his voice shook slightly. “The VIP from Room No. 1 has offered six million. Are there any other bids?” The venue fell into a heavy silence.


    When the woman in Room No. 2 heard Nate’s bid, she felt her heart drop.


    The woman, gently petting a cat in her arms, spoke in a cryptic tone. “It’s just an ordinary stone, yet he’s going all in.”


    The man next to her raised an eyebrow. “Shall we keep going?”


    “He doesn’t usually care about much,” the woman sighed. “Let him have it. Once he sees it’s not worth the hassle, he’ll drop it.”


    Meanwhile, the auctioneer called out, “Six million going once… six million going twice… six million, sold!”


    With that final announcement, the stone was officially Nate’s. A staff member approached him. “Sir, would you like the stone cut now, or would you prefer to take it with you?”


    Everyone held their breath, eyes locked on Room No. 1. They were all curious to see what woulde of a six-million-dor stone. If he took the stone, where would the fun be for them?


    In the heavy silence, the tension was almost palpable.


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