"Oh, Hawk. If you don't have the money, stay out of an auction. You raise a measly one million… Are you going to pawn everything you own?" Harvey sneered and casually raised his bidding paddle.

But before Harvey could call the bid, a cold and lofty voice rang in the auction hall. Her voice was filled with condescension.

"451 million dollars! Sold!"

Her voice was cold, but it was final.

The one who said that was unmistakably the Priestess. If she was simply giving favor to the other party earlier, she was now blatantly playing favorites.

Harvey smiled coldly.

"I know this is your territory, Priestess, but you can't ignore your own rules. I was going to bid 600 million dollars next. For you to decide the value of an auctioned item so openly, how are you going to make your clients and guests believe that your auction house is truly fair? You're obviously sabotaging your clients now. Since when has the Priesthood become so shameless?"

The Priestess said nothing, but the old man si