The entire exhibition hall suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The only sound left was the faint clinking of the old beads on the gowns as they occasionally brushed against each other.
The smile on Serene's face froze.
Jonathan was still holding the appraisal report for the Dior gown. His knuckles were suspended halfway in the air, and he looked like someone had pressed pause.
Finally, someone snapped back to their senses.
"Over three million? Weren't we told it was 300 dollars per dress?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Serene, didn't you swear you had everything handled?"
"Didn't Jonathan say so himself?"
Serene's face turned pale at first, but she quickly forced herself to stay confident.
"Who are you trying to scare? I've already paid 12,600 dollars. Not a cent le
