Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

ADRIAN’S POV

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, this auction has officially begun. And just like it was stated in the invitation, the starting price begins from twenty million US dollars. Bidding may now begin,” the manager’s voice echoed across the hall, firm but polite, carrying a practiced energy meant to stir excitement.

Almost immediately, a wave of whispers rippled through the room. I watched people lean closer to each other, heads tilted, lips barely moving- calculating, guessing, deciding how deep they were willing to go. Some faces were familiar to me: old money from New York, oil heirs from the Gulf, a couple of self–made tech founders whose arrogance practically announced itself louder than any bid.

Then, finally, the first paddle went up.

“Twenty million, seven hundred and five thousand dollars,” an older male voice declared.

I turned my head slightly, eyes locking on the man who spoke. He had a receding hairline, a suit a shade of wine red that felt slightly out of fashion, and a nervous flicker in his gaze. That was it? He’d only added seven hundred thousand dollars to the base price? My lips curled into a faint, humorless smile. Maybe it was his first auction, or maybe he was too cautious with his funds. Either way, he was exactly the type James would call a “small fry.”

“Wonderful! The man in the wine color suit says twenty million, seven hundred thousand dollars–going once, going twice…” the manager began, his

voice rising with trained theatricality.

“Twenty–one million dollars,” another male voice cut through, younger and steadier. His paddle raised confidently.

My eyes flickered to him. Slightly younger, face sharper, probably someone who’d been here a few times. He’d at least dared to push the price up by a full million. Better. But still playing cautiously.

“Very good! We have twenty–one million–going once…”

“Twenty–one million, five hundred thousand dollars,” another voice interrupted, paddle lifting.

Interesting. He’d added five hundred thousand, showing just a hint of aggression but still holding back. The pattern was predictable–each was testing the waters, not wanting to reveal how high they could actually go.

“We’ve gotten a higher bid of twenty–one million, five hundred thousand dollars–going once, going twice…”

“Twenty–three million dollars,” someone else announced, paddle raised boldly.

Now that was more like it. My eyes tracked the bidder, a man in a pale yellow tie, looking a little too pleased with himself. He’d raised it by almost two million, clearly hoping to intimidate the others or make them think he had deep reserves.

“Very nice! Twenty–three million dollars–going once…”

“Twenty–five million dollars,” came the next call, crisp and decisive.

My brow lifted slightly as I traced where the voice had come from. The man didn’t look like an overdressed playboy here to collect business cards. His suit was sharp but discreet, his posture calm, gaze forward–not darting around to see who reacted. That bid wasn’t just money, it was intent. Serious intent.

For a moment, the energy in the room shifted. The weaker bidders stiffened, leaning back, eyes flicking between each other as if silently conceding the game. The real contest was about to start.

And yet, something tugged at my attention.

I turned my gaze to Damien Cole. All this time/he hadn’t so much as lifted his paddle. His expression hadn’t changed, he sat there, a calm, almost amused look in his eyes, as if the auction hadn’t even begun. That was unusual. The waiting strategy–to let the small fish drive up the price until they ran out of breath before stepping in—was something I thought only a handful of experienced bidders used.

So why hadn’t Damien joined the dance yet?

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Chapter 192

If Damien was truly as wealthy and competitive as everyone claimed, he should have raised the stakes by now. Or was he foolishly wading for the ini first? Because if that was his plan, then it was a grave mistake. On my first move, I intended to push the price up to fifty million. That number whats to intimidate–it was meant to bury the competition. After that, unless he was willing to go even higher, the car would be mine.

My eyes flickered toward James, who had been quietly observing the crowd’s mood beside me. Without saying a word, he gave me a short, subtle nod, it was time. The unspoken signal we’d rehearsed in so many other auctions.

I took a slow breath, just to make sure my voice would come out calm and strong. Then I raised my bidding paddle and declared, “Fifty million dollars.

A collective gasp rippled through the hall, like a wave breaking against the shore. For a moment, even the manager seemed stunned, his mouth half- open as he tried to process what had just happened. Around us, the whispers turned into a torrent:

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