Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 7

“The other party has bid thirty million. They’re determined to have it,” the owner said with a helpless shrug. “If you want it, you’ll have to keep bidding. And the market doesn’t accept transfers, only direct card payments!”

He was subtly reminding her that her card only had five million on it.

Juniper’s eyes were cold as steel, the fury simmering within her ready to erupt. She forced herself to pop another candy in her mouth to calm down, then pulled out her phone and texted Luella.

Luella: [Didn’t you bring enough? I checked, the bracelet should only be five million tops!]

Juniper: [Ran into an idiot.]

A five-million-dollar bracelet being bid up to thirty million. The person had to be insane.

Luella understood immediately. Knowing how much the bracelet meant to Juniper, she instantly transferred several tens of millions more to her account.

“Forty million,” Juniper announced, putting her phone away.

That was her limit. If the price went any higher, she wouldn’t hold back anymore. It was time to see what this rich idiot looked like.

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“Forty million?”

Hearing his subordinate’s report, Shanley finally looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing his calm face. This bracelet wasn’t a top-tier piece; its value was around five million at most. But his grandmother had been searching for it for years, so he didn’t mind overpaying. He just hadn’t expected someone else to be willing to pay forty million for it.

Shanley glanced toward the room across the hall. He couldn’t see clearly, only make out the silhouette of a girl. It seemed his opponent had no intention of backing down.

He had already spent too much time here, risking exposure. Besides, Hannah had always been frugal. No matter how much she loved something, she wouldn’t be truly happy receiving a gift that was so excessively overpriced.

“Let’s go,” Shanley said, his eyes narrowing. He closed the boring catalog he’d been flipping through and strode out of the room with long, decisive steps.

“Yes, boss,” Felton and Flint said in unison, draping a coat over Shanley’s shoulders. As they left, they couldn’t help but glance back at the other room. It was the first time they had ever seen someone win something out from under their boss.

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