"Wow." Hearing this number, Sean Bell raised his hand and clapped, "I told you I'm not the craziest one here."
Thea Lynch ignored his sarcastic remark.
Sean leaned in and whispered to her, "Why do I feel like they're not auctioning a painting anymore, but Third Brother himself?"
"..."
"Don't you think it really looks like that?"
"Do you have to talk all the time?" Thea frowned.
Sean laughed, "Ask yourself, do you still want that painting? And her, I'm sure she's not after the painting either."
"Am I not just paying your debt?" This all started because Sean provoked the other party first.
Sean quickly defended himself, "It's really not because of me. Believe it or not, if I raised my paddle, she'd definitely not dare to follow."
"The battle between the authentic and the fake, tsk." Sean clicked his tongue, quite satisfied with the current situation.
Forty-five million was already ten million over the estimated price.
Yet Nina Sinclair still followed.
