Chapter 167 - IAmFashionista (IV) (1/2)

”3 billion.”

”...”

It was a deafening silence that lasted for a few seconds.

The battle that they thought would end was just actually starting. No, it only has begun for Xiong Zhi.

Mr. Cang was so speechless did he forgot to said the words 'going once..'

However, the most shocked of all was Xiong Wuyue and the normal guest who was bidding.

'That bitch! She's doing it intentionally!'

Xiong Wuyue's face was pale. Her pale hands griped the dress tightly. However, when she touched the red rubber she put down jer hands and clenched it. She could not destroy her dress. She still has to wear it on her birthday.

She did not disguise her glare at Xiong Zhi. No. She could not control it. Her insides were raging. It raged more when Xiong Zhi met her with a smirk. And Xiong Zhi mouthed to her,

'That dress is mine.'

Xiong Wuyue's eyes turned red from anger. Her hands were shaking in uncontrollable anger. She wanted to thrash everything and throw it to that smiling face.

'I'll kill her! I'll kill her! '

However, even she was in stage no one noticed her complexion. Because all the people were trying to look at the table in the front. They wanted to find out where that voice came from.

Since it was from the front they knew it was a VVIP.

The normal guest who was bidding stand up from the shock. Even he was wearing a mask, it could not hide his open mouth.

They heard the voice again.

”I think no one will bid anymore. I guess the dress is mine?” Xiong Zhi reminded Mr. Cang who turned speechless.

Xiong Wuyue wanted to shout 'no'. However, her upbringing told her to not lose manner at this moment. Not in front of these people.

”Ah. 3-3 B-billion! Going once! Going twice!S-!” Mr. Cang stuttered as he counted.

” I-I think! ”

However, he stopped because a voice sounded beside him. Since that voice was near Mr. Cang and the mike, her voice sounded in the whole room.

Xiong Wuyue glanced at the people and Mr. Cang who looked at her. She just interrupted the auction.

Xiong Wuyue looked at the back.

”I think. I think the gentleman at the back is raising his hands. He is still bidding.”

All the heads turned to the back.

The man who was still standing woke up from his shock when all the heads turned to him. He was fl.u.s.tered. He looked at the front. To the girl on the stage. The fact that the girl mentioned him was a signal for him to keep bidding.

The normal guest was sweating.

3 Billion.

That's too much.

Even he has money, he could not just spend 1.5 Billion for a mere dress.

”Are you still bidding, esteemed sir from table 25?”

Mr. Cang asked him.

”I-”

The normal guest closed his eyes. He wanted to bid. He would have fame, reputation, connections, and authority if he got this dress. Maybe he could also raise in status in IAmFashionista. His dream of seating together with the VVIP was within his reach once he got this dress. He has a feeling he would be. If the price rises higher he just needs to change the deal from that Xiong. If they don't accept the revised deal, he would gift it to the girl at the front table. Since that girl was at the front she probably came from one of the legendary families. He would then have a good connection with them. All those things were so precious that it cost more than just 3 Billion.

”I..I wanted to bid.” His voice that was slightly shaking made all the guests murmured.

Xiong Wuyue sighed in relief then she glared at that smiling face again.

Mr. Cang was the happiest.

”Alright! Let's continue the bidding!”

”3.5 Billion.” The normal guest continued.

”5 Billion.” Xiong Zhi leaned back in her chair. She was leisurely bidding. Her voice was just relaxed like that 5 billion was nothing to her. Well, it wasn't her money anyway, that was why she was relaxed.

”5-5.5 Billion.” The man's voice shook more.

”7 billion.” Xiong Zhi looked at Xiong Wuyue who was watching them anxiously.

Xiong Zhi laughed at this.

'This girl did not even realize the value of money.'

If not for the sake of annoying Xiong Wuyue, Xiong Zhi wouldn't waste money like this. She was thankful again that it was a gift for her.

”7! 7.1” the man's voice was soft that it was like a whisper.

”10 Billion.” Xiong Zhi said then she took a sip on her wine.

'Ah. It's so relaxing to waste money like this. Especially, when it's not mine.'

However, she did not see the twitch on the corner of Old Xiong's mouth.