Sif was grinning smugly.
Never once was she ever afraid when it comes to competing connections!
Tavis was hanging his head in turn, afraid to say a word since he knew how difficult Sif could be.
Anyone who messed with her would have messed with her younger brother—the freak of Volsung Sect.
“Oh, he’s spineless. Boring…” Sif sighed in disappointment as she returned to her seat.
Then, she glanced at Frank seemingly nonchalantly.
However, while she presumed that Frank would be petrified after hearing her name—falling to his knees in apology, even—Frank remained impassive.
He was definitely not spooked and did not even glance her way as he sat calmly, ignoring Sif’s earlier dramatics.
Still, Sif soon convinced himself that Frank was just feigning calmness to save face, her disdain for Frank flaring.
“500 million from Ms. Lionheart. Any further bids?” Jenny asked loudly just then.
However, she was scowling a little because 500 million was way lower than her expected successful bid.
And it was all because Sif made a bid, intimidating everyone else as she claimed her prize cheaply.
No one would ever dare bid against her unless they had a death wish, making enemies of Morhen’s Lionhearts.
“Calling 500 million once!
“Calling 500 million twice!”
Jenny was left in disappointment even as she asked loudly and futilely.
But even as her hatred flared, the Hyperion Root was really Sif’s once she announced the name of her family.
No one would ever dare argue against the Lionhearts—it was suicidal.
“A billion.”
Amid the silence, a voice suddenly spoke.
Everyone turned to find a slightly portly middle-aged man sitting near Sif, holding up his paddle.
Naturally, it was Trevor.
“What?” Sif turned in disbelief toward Frank, certainly aware that Trevor was just Frank’s errand boy, and Frank was the one who decided on the bid.
In fact, she had already filled in the blanks in her head—she was presuming that Frank was so stubborn he refused to fall to his knees just to save face. And now, he was competing against her on a bid?
Sif felt like she was slapped in the face, especially with so many eyes watching.
Was he deaf? Did he not hear Sif announce her bid for the Hyperion Root earlier?
Or maybe he was crazy, even suicidal?
Either way, the false bravado was real.
“Hot damn. Who’s that man stepping on Sif Lionheart’s toes?”
“Whoa, I just recognized him. That’s the CEO of Trevor International, and he’s a force to reckon with… Though he’s hardly a rival to the Lionhearts!”
“Oh! That really reminds me now that you’ve mentioned it… Still, while Trevor International has scale, how overconfident could the man be to challenge a Lionheart?”
“Suicidal, perhaps?”
Though the audience whispered among each other busily, they were all convinced that the Lionhearts far eclipsed Trevor despite Trevor’s influence.
In fact, they consider him beneath Hundred Bane Sect too—how confident was he, an ant challenging Goliath?!
“Heh. You better think about this. Are you really challenging me?” Sif asked, her cool gaze flashing threateningly.
Frank remained unaffected, however. “It’s an auction—we bid, and an item is bought. Is there a rule that no one must bid against the Lionhearts?”
Trevor nodded beside him. “Ms. Lionheart, you should know when to back down—your family doesn’t rule over everything.”
