SCARLETT BLACKSTONE
I was sitting next to Logan, watching as the auctioneer presented an extravagant mansion. The place is massive… over 1500 square meters and right in the heart of New York.
The bidding started at a cool one million dollars. Almost immediately, bids started flying.
Two million...
Ten million...
And then, a bold move from a man in the corner… one hundred million dollars.
I was astonished by the sheer scale of it all.
As the bidding war heated up, the mansion finally sold for an astonishing four hundred fifty-two million dollars. The room erupted in applause, and the winning bidder beamed with satisfaction.
I glanced over at Randy’s table, where he blinked rapidly, clearly stunned by the escalating numbers. I can’t help but smile, knowing just how overwhelmed they
