All Chapters of Living With My Lady Boss: Chapter 651 - Chapter 660

Leonard pretended to glance over at Amon and the rest. Yet the three of them merely sipped their tea, their faces devoid of any expression. Leonard chuckled. The three-thousand-year-old Ganoderma Wilbur looked at was translucent, almost resembling a piece of white jade. It did look rather appealing and was definitely worth the price. However, it was far from a worthy offering, and he was only counting on the thirty-thousand-year-old Fleeceflower to surprise him. Just then, two beautiful women brought a large box to the gift table, placing it in Bruce's space. Everyone knew that was the good stuff, and craned their necks to get a good look. Bruce smiled. "Ladies and gentlemen, this right here is the thirty-thousand-year-old Fleeceflower. I'll let all of you take a look at it." Following that, Bruce channeled a wave of green spiritual energy into the box. It lit up with a myriad of symbols, before opening up. It was clear that the box alone was no small feat. Once the box

"The bidding for the Fleeceflower starts now at a starting price of five hundred million dollars with an increment of ten million dollars per bid. You may begin." Upon Bruce's words, the auctioneer knocked the hammer on the table and the bidding commenced. Hands were in the air at once. Even though most of these people knew that they would not get the Fleeceflower for sure, even taking part in the bidding would give them bragging rights for years to come. That was what most of the people who raised their hands thought, and the price of the Fleeceflower quickly rose to 600 million dollars. None of the Eldor Four had moved at all. None of them were in a hurry. Wilbur furrowed his brows, starting to grow anxious on behalf of the bumbling idiot who had brought him here. He knew that Leonard would bid for it for sure, and he was going to get what he wanted if Wilbur did not stop him. Just as the price was around six hundred and seventy million dollars, Reed raised his hand and c

"Two billion and one hundred million!" Amon was the first to shout. Brody did not back down either. "Two billion and two hundred million." "Two billion and three hundred million," Reed said coldly. The crowd was at a loss for words. The Fleeceflower was definitely worth a lot of money, but these men would be making a loss if they kept bidding like this. Nonetheless, it seemed like none of them intended to stop, and the crowd could only watch on as they battled. Leonard sneered coldly. He was about to raise his hand, when Wilbur got to his feet and said, "I can't believe you're auctioning off a fake. Do you really think we're stupid?" "What?" Everyone was shocked to the core. Who the hell was this guy, and how dare he say such things? The expressions of the Eldor Four, excluding Leonard, changed drastically, and they looked over at Wilbur. Bruce's gaze flashed dangerously, as Eliam and Jon's expressions turned cold as they glowered at Wilbur. Leonard stared at Wilbur

Everyone here was part of the cultivator circle and knew a thing or two about how this worked. Pills had to be made one by one. Was this man trying to be funny making all ten at once? Even Colter Finnegan, Eliam's master, would not do something like that. Just then, Eliam let out a loud peal of laughter. "The guy doesn't even know the basics! He's all talk. What a joke." The crowd laughed along. Leonard turned away, wanting nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him. Wilbur held out his arms, and two separate spiritual flames appeared beneath the cauldron. "He's at the Ambience level?" Everyone looked at Wilbur in disbelief, hardly daring to believe their eyes. No wonder this man could afford to talk a big talk. So, he was a prime Ambience level cultivator himself. Leonard stared at Wilbur in shock, and so did Catelyn. Eliam and Jon exchanged glances, their expressions turning even colder. Amon and the rest of the Eldor Four exchanged glances of shock

Bruce turned purple in the face as he stared at the pill, unable to get a word out. Even a layman would be able to tell the difference between the two Spiritual Pills. There was nothing Bruce could say, be it in defense or in denial. The other businessmen and cultivators stared at Wilbur dumbly, unable to believe that this alchemist was so young. He was young, and he had made such a perfect Spiritual Pill… no, ten Spiritual Pills in one go! This man was practically a genius. Eliam's master could hardly compare to Wilbur, let alone Eliam himself. Eliam, Jon, Amon, and the rest turned to look at Bruce amidst their shock, waiting for him to say something. It was clear that Wilbur had proven himself, and he had not been exaggerating about his skills in the slightest. Now that the Spiritual Pills were completed, it was time to judge if the Fleeceflower was actually real or not. Of course, these men knew that the Fleeceflower would not be able to pass the inspection for sure. I