Hearing me agree to the divorce, Savannah became visibly excited. Before I could even finish speaking, she interrupted, "Douglas, since you agree to divorce, that makes things easier. Tell me, how much do you want? I'll try my best to meet your demand."
I waved my hand, looking at her with a meaningful smile.
"Savannah, don't rush. Let's talk about money later. Although I agreed to divorce you, the auction still has to continue. I just bid twenty million and one dollar, Savannah, do you plan to keep going?" From what I knew of Savannah, she had an extremely strong sense of pride.
When she saw I was still competing for that painting, her face instantly darkened, "Douglas, I'm warning you, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."
I raised an eyebrow at her and waved dismissively, completely unfazed, "What's wrong? The mighty Chairwoman of Mason Group is scared off by just twenty million?"
Provoked by my words, Savannah flared up on the spot, "Fine! I want to see how long you can keep acting tough! Thirty million!"
I replied, "Thirty million ... and one dollar!"