Trevor was certainly not afraid since Frank was backing him up.
While he would give Sif and her widespread connections a wide berth on any other day, things were different now—seated beside him was the only son of Godwin Lawrence, Lord of the Southern Woods.
Who were the Lionhearts in comparison?
"Fine. If that's your game, I'll play along!"
Sif sneered, repressing her rage as she raised her paddle. "Bid, 2 billion!"
The hall was left in an uproar at the number Sif shouted.
As expected of the Lionhearts and their deep pockets—they could shout such an astronomical number without batting an eye!
"Ms. Lionheart has called 2 billion!" Jenny exclaimed cheerfully on stage.
Then, she glanced at Frank, urging him to raise Sif in her mind.
"Go on! Keep bidding—don't lose to Sif!"
"Hmph." Trevor snorted as he raised his paddle. "2.1 billion."
Sif sneered and raised hers too. "2.5 billion! Go on, challenge my coffers. I have nothing but money!"
Everyone could tell that her ire was stoked, given the raised pitch in her voice.
"2.6 billion." Trevor kept bidding, knowing how important the Hyperion Root was for Frank.
"What?!" Trevor gaped. "Are you saying it's a fake?! How dare the Leaf family sell a fake to the public!"
He quickly checked the Hyperion Root that lay on the table again. It was luminous from tip to tip, its roots thin and long… it almost did not look fake at all!
Frank shook his head. "No, I won't call it fake—it's just too young, and its medicinal effect is lacking. I've personally made queries earlier, but it had been harvested at ninety years old. A real shame, either way."
Even if there was just a ten-year gap between ninety years and a hundred years, the result in growth between them was vastly different.
While it would heal Frank to a certain extent, he would not make a full recovery.
"In that case, it really is a shame." Trevor sighed in disappointment, losing interest in the Hyperion Root himself after Frank's explanation.
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