That was when I realized—they weren’t here to compete.
They were here to crush.
Thirty billion was already pushing the upper limit for the Locke family. I glanced at my parents; both of their faces were ashen. Finally, I turned my eyes to Sebastian.
He tapped the armrest, thought for a few seconds, then gave me a nod.
…Fine. Cooperation.
With Sebastian’s funds backing me, my confidence finally steadied somewhat.
I raised my paddle, my voice sharp: “Thirty-five billion.”
When I finished, I even arched a brow deliberately in Rhett Callahan’s direction—just to make sure he understood we weren’t people he could simply step on.
But the man didn’t even bother giving me a glance.
Instead, Jackson quickly lifted his paddle again, his tone frighteningly calm: “Forty-five billion.”
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