"Peter, you promised to buy me this wedding dress! That little b***h Kylia is going to snatch it away!" Kesha anxiously shook Peter's arm.
"Two hundred and fifty million dollars is my limit. I need the money for other things." Peter impatiently pushed her away.
"It's just two hundred and fifty million dollars. If you add another five million dollars, you might be able to get it." Kesha was relentless.
Peter didn't bid again, clearly having his own plan.
The auctioneer looked around, the hammer fell again. "Two hundred and eighty million dollars going twice!"
"Three hundred and eighty million dollars!" A voice suddenly rang out, causing a stir.
It was Juliet. She glanced back at me, then turned around.
Kesha's face turned ugly when she saw it was Juliet who had bid. Her grip on h
