NovelEnglishBenedict leaned in and listened to Bonnie. His eyes grew wider by the second.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe asked, "Got it?" "Y-Yeah, I'll check on it now," he stammered. He then left the private room and shouted at the host onstage, "My mistress wants to make an offer but doesn't want to reveal it to everyone." The host checked with the organizer privately. After receiving a confirmation, he gestured for Benedict to go to the stage. Everyone, including Ivor, was curious about the mysterious figure who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
'What in the world is she offering?! It must be something highly unusual.' Benedict whispered to the host, "I heard the Hawkins from Olisgow are the organizers for this auction. The head of the family is well over eighty and haunted by a stubborn condition, right? My mistress says she can hire the miracle doctor to treat him for free for the rest of his life." The host's eyes widened in surprise. He did not need to check with the organizer because he knew the Hawkins would agree. "All right, done!" He turned and addressed the crowd, "The final item for tonight, Master Yadel's clay teapot, has been sold to the bidder in private room thirteen!" Immediately after, the crowd discussed the situation, trying to guess who was in that private room. After all, the host looked like he had just heard the most outstanding deal in his life.
Ivor's brows furrowed as he fell silent. When he suddenly stood up, Floyd was confused. It was out of character for Ivor to admit defeat and leave. Floyd asked, "Are we leaving already, Mr. Ivor?" "We're going to private room thirteen," Ivor said as he intimidatingly marched toward the room next door.
Bonnie was leaving when she saw a masked Ivor at the door. She asked, "Can I help you?" He looked inside and said, “May I have a word with you?" She would have ignored him if it were anyone else. However, she felt a connection and found it difficult to reject him. She said, "Sure, cin." Once they sat across from each other, Bonnie looked at him from head to toe. Simultaneously, he stared at the masked Bonnie. Evidently, she altered her voice, but he had an uncanny feeling that she was a young lady.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe thought it was weird that he found something very familiar with her.
Bonnie went straight to the point, "Please, speak your mind." Ivor averted his gaze and looked at the clay teapot. "That item is everything to me. You can nwhatever price or term, and I'll give it to you." Bonnie knew what his purpose was when she saw him at the door. Still, she said, "I'm sorry, but it also means a lot to me. It isn't something money or properties can compare to. That's why I can't let you have it." Ivor pursed his lips and asked, "Is there no room for negotiation?"
"I can tell you're determined to have it. I would've given it to you if I had bought it for myself/However, I it for bought it for an older member of my family. He's old and loves this teapot like no other. "I'm not exaggerating when I say he might never be happy again if he doesn't have this teapot. He'll die knowing he has lost it."
With how she put it, Ivor knew he had no chance of getting the item. Hen rose and said, "I'm sorry to have disturbed you." "Wait a minute," Bonnie said, trying to make him stay.
"Is there anything else?" She said smilingly, "Since you're already here, we might as well have stea with this clay teapot before you leave."
He would have turned down her offer if it were another woman. Although he could not explain it, he found rejecting the young lady before him hard. After sthought, he said, "Sure, let's."
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