After Bjorn’s announcement, no one dared make a bid.

He wore a satisfied expression.

Just then, a voice came. His face darkened upon seeing James making a bid.

Seeing a young and unfamiliar face, he said coldly, “Hey, did you not hear that this King of Ginseng’s mine? What’s the meaning of this? Are you going against my orders?”

James could not care less about Bjorn.

He needed the thousand-year-old King of Ginseng for Thea’s sake.

From the auction block, Christine’s face darkened upo