A Life Beyond Limits (Jack Holland) novel Chapter 752

Jack maintained a bright smile and said, "Eight million dollars!"

His bid caused an uproar among the crowd. Everyone thought Jack had lost his mind.

One had to know that even if high-quality emeralds were to be extracted, after being polished and crafted into items like necklaces and bracelets, their value would still only amount to a few million dollars.

A raw material, being bid at more than a million dollars by the green-haired guy, was already an astronomical price. Shockingly, Jack had actually bid on it for eight million dollars.

Even if the stone produced a premium emerald, the profit after processing it would barely help break even or yield a marginal gain. More often than not, the outcome was far less desirable. If the emerald turned out to be of poor quality, the loss would be devastating.

From experience, obtaining a poor-quality emerald was far more probable than gaining a premium emerald.

It didn't matter which perspective one came from. It was absurd for Jack to bid for the raw emerald stone for eight million dollars.

Frankly speaking, this was nothing short of reckless indulgence, a sheer act of frivolous behavior for the sake of showing off. It was a downright waste of money.

The green-haired guy was furious and cursed, "Do you even know anything about raw stones? I'm bidding for it to add to my collection. What do you want it for? To purely challenge me?"

From the expression on the green-haired guy's face, it seemed like he had given up. After all, no one was dumb enough to beat that.

However, Jack seemed calm and unbothered. "I like it. What are you going to do about it? I have the money, and this is how I want to spend it."

He had that smug, money-can-do-anything attitude as if taunting, "What? Are you mad about it? Too bad; bite me."

"Eight million dollars—going once, going twice, and sold!" The auctioneer's gavel came down with a decisive thud.

Now, he had gone from rags to riches overnight, suddenly becoming the long-lost heir of Tarthy City's most powerful family—the Lycan family. With his net worth soaring to tens of billions of dollars, the dramatic shift in his wealth and status had to have inflated his ego. He threw money around as if trying to prove himself to others that he truly belonged in their circle.

However, this behavior only brought the ridicule of others, and nothing else.

For a streetwise local, this willful spending seemed cool, but in the eyes of refined elites, who were raised in prestigious families, shaped by higher education, and polished with grace and dignity, his behavior was nothing short of embarrassing. Only a fool would act this way.

Many who knew who Jack was didn't hesitate to say what they were thinking—that the Lycan family's downfall was only a matter of time with a useless heir like him.

Standing not far away, Wilhelmina looked at Jack indifferently but said nothing.

After all, it was the Lycan family's money. She had no right to comment.