"Little brother, I offer $5,200,000!"
Hearing Vivi Lynch warning Frank about the value, The Woman named Snow immediately shouted out her highest possible price. Her voice trembled slightly with urgency.
She had to. Her shops were critically low on high-end stock. If she could secure this Glass-Type piece, even if she made zero profit on it, simply displaying it in her main store window would attract high-end customers and elevate her brand's prestige. It was a marketing expense, a desperate bid to stay relevant in a cutthroat market.
No one else bid. $5.2 million was pushing the limit of profitability. No one wanted to do business at a loss just for vanity.
Old Zane also wanted to buy back the stone that had once been his. He opened his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat. He stru
