"Perhaps what?" Amelia William asked.

Hannah Clarke looked at Amelia William and said, "Luis Taylor has a great influence in country X. It wouldn't be a big deal to let him help me get a fake marriage certificate, right?"

Amelia William frowned and said, "You really don't want to be happy anymore."

Hannah Clarke took Amelia William's hand and smiled, "I know what I am doing."

Amelia William pulled out her hand and looked at the table sadly. She murmured, "I can't help you with this, because I will leave for country D soon. Even if Luis Taylor can help, it will be temporary."

Hannah Clarke thought so.

Luis Taylor helped her because of Amelia William. As soon as Amelia William leaves, he doesn't need to help her. Maybe, Luis Taylor will really kill her. She had been dragging Amelia William for two years. She didn't want Amelia William to sacrifice for her again.

"I have another way." Hannah Clarke said with a smile, reassuring Amelia William.

Amelia William looked at Hannah Clarke and noticed the smile in her eyes. "Can't you come with me? I don't trust you."

"I'll be fine, I promise."

"How about getting along with Eric Jordan? Eric Jordan is the most powerful man in England. Luis Taylor's influence will not extend to England. Moreover, with the protection of Eric, you don't have to worry about David Wilson." Amelia William suggested.

"I know what to do, don't worry." Hannah Clarke smiled from beginning to end, as if she was winning.

Amelia William's heart sank. She didn't know why but she can't rest assured at all.

Auction began

There were twelve collections in this auction.

Amelia William has been waiting for the auction of the painting 'Dream girl'.

But after eight collections. She hadn't seen it.

The ninth collection was a string of emerald necklace, the price was ten million, with each card raise, it will lead to an increase of two hundred thousand.

Amelia William can't help turning but rolling her eyes. It seemed a local tyrant. With a ten million necklace on her neck, she won't be afraid of being robbed? According to the house price of country A, she will be walking on the road with a small villa.

"Ten million, is there a price higher than ten million?" The host shouted excitedly.

"One million two hundred thousand, one million four hundred thousand... 13 million, 13 million. 13 million one, 13 million two, 13 million three. Congratulations to this guest. You have got an emerald necklace."

Amelia William followed the host's line of sight to see the true face of the local tyrant.

Eric smiled at Hannah Clarke, looked at Amelia William, and nodded like a gentleman.

Amelia William squeezed Hannah Clarke and said in a low voice, "It's Eric Jordan who took this. He's not ordinary rich."

"Didn't he say that? His grandmother wanted it, and his title is hereditary. If I guess it right, his grandmother's status should be a lot higher than him." Hannah Clarke judged.

"So it is." Amelia William understood.

The last thing to auction was the painting 'Dream girl', the starting price was 500,000 dollars, and 20,000 dollars will be added for each card raised.

Amelia William was the first to raise her hand and said to Hannah Clarke, "it doesn't look expensive. I have a total budget of 10 million dollars, I think we should be able to win it."

Hannah Clarke looked back and saw David Wilson. He was staring at her all the time and drew up the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he was confident about winning this.

"Direct offer eight million." Hannah Clarke said to Amelia William.

"Ah? Why?" Amelia William didn't understand.

"Some people came here especially for the painting 'Dream girl', but before they came here, they should have a psychological price in their minds. If you drive directly to eight million dollars, you can see if there is anyone to follow and how many to follow, and then you will know whether you can get the painting or not." Hannah Clarke analyzed.

Amelia William trusted Hannah Clarke's judgment, raised her card, and said in a loud voice, "I'll give you eight million."

"Eight million?" The host was stupefied, shocked, and excited. He shouted, "eight million, is there anyone?" Eight hundred one. That gentleman is eight million and twenty thousand. 8.02 million, 8.02 million, is there anyone else?"

The host subconsciously looked at Amelia William, who immediately rose the card again.

Hannah Clarke looked at David Wilson.

David Wilson smiled and shook the sign in his hand again, looking calm.

Hannah Clarke frowned and looked at Amelia William, "Say ten million."

"Ah? I don't have more money after ten million dollars. Don't you think it's enough?" Amelia William has a bad feeling that she may lose the painting 'Dream girl'.

"Here are someone who doesn't care about the price, he will just offer 20000 more than you!" Hannah Clarke said.

Amelia William understood, stared at David Wilson who was sitting in the corner, raised the sign, and shouted, "ten million."

Many people were shocked when she spoke this time.

David Wilson still slowly raised the sign.

"10.02 million, 10.02 million. Anyone else?" The host was excited and looked at Amelia William.

Amelia William angrily smashed the sign on the table.

The host saw that Amelia William was out of business and looked at David Wilson pleasantly and shouted, "10.02 million one, 10.02 million two."

"Eleven million." James Grayson's voice sounded, very low, calm, and introvert as if the sounds of nature.

Everyone was shocked and talked about it, looking for the sound source.

David Wilson was not calm. He stared at James Grayson.

James Grayson didn't look at him. He raised his mouth slightly. It was meaningful like he knew everything.

Hannah Clarke also caught the smile on James Grayson's face and looked at David Wilson.

David Wilson's eyes became sharp, and he raised the sign in his hand.

"11.02 million..." Before the host finished speaking, he heard James Grayson's voice, "12 million."

David Wilson gritted his teeth and raises his card.

"12.02 million." The host said, and everyone's eyes were on James Grayson's body.

"Thirteen million." James Grayson said quietly.

David Wilson clenched his fist and hesitated.

"Is this James Grayson and David Wilson going to go against with each other?" Amelia William asked Hannah Clarke.

Hannah Clarke looked at James Grayson's expressionless face. She had never seen him clearly. He could hide his emotions well, so she could not see his mind.

"13 million one, 13 million two, 13 million..."

At the last moment, David Wilson shouted, "14 million."

"Fifteen million." James Grayson shouted again.

David Wilson sneered, threw the sign on the table, stood up, and looked at James Grayson, "16 million."

The host was shocked, watching James Grayson, the whole audience was silent.

James Grayson also stood up, gathered up his clothes, looked at David Wilson in a profound way, and said, "Sometimes you win, but you may not win and sometimes you lose, but actually you don't lose. Winning doesn't define success and losing doesn't mean failure. Thank you."

David Wilson frowned, "What do you mean by that?"

"You will soon know what I mean." James Grayson said in a cold voice, striding toward the door, as if stepping the people under his feet, leaving a room full of ignorant people looking at each other in a trance...