The emcee squeezed out a smile that was worse than tears and turned to Stanley and asked.
Stanley looked indifferent, and his words were spoken lightly, but they sounded like thunder.
“One hundred million.”
????
What kind of divine spectacle is this?
Someone paid a hundred million for photos that could be downloaded on the school forum?
Even Klara couldn’t stay calm at this time, and looked at the man beside her and asked without even thinking about it.
“Stanley, is the money burning you?”
Stanley, however, shrugged indifferently.
“That’s the way to get it done once and for all.”
The implication is just that it’s too much time to add up bit by bit, so you might as well just set a number yourself that no one else can catch up with.
Klara froze, if she said that, there was no way to refute it herself.
The emcee on the stage had probably never seen such a magical scene, and could only rely on the auction table to force himself.
“Mr. Davidson… bid 100 million, anyone else want to raise the bid?”
The emcee just looked at Carson who was standing at a distance.
Carson’s face was already embarrassed to the point that the sign he was cupping in his hand was ready to be raised, but was interrupted by a sharp bell.
The butler looked down and saw the note, picked it up nervously and said.
“The young master is with me, do you need him on the phone? Oh oh yes.”
With that, he pushed the phone into Carson’s hand, who saw the note and became even more hostile.
“What again?”
“Carson, you stop this right now!”
A man’s cold, unemotional voice rang out over the phone.
“Are you afraid Stanley won’t recognize you and still be here to give him a handle?”
“But what’s it to you, who are you to order me around like this, who are you?”
Carson just sneered, and his words were ungracious.
“You’re using my money now, so I have the right to tell you to stop!”
Carson was so angry that he almost smashed the phone out of his hand.
But even though he was angry, he had to admit that what the man said was true.
He is now angry with Stanley like this, using not even the money in his own hands, he until now relied on others to live.
He is now so weak that he has no room to fight Stanley.
He looked at the man beside Klara, whose face was as quiet as water, as if the unanimous thousand dollars did not hurt him.
Carson finally slammed the bid on the ground and left without looking back.
The butler sighed, his heart is also heartbroken this young master, this time also can only closely chase out.
This is the end of the war without smoke and mirrors, the master of ceremonies only then strong spirit to go through a set of processes.
With her small wooden hammer thumped on the table, the audience under the stage as if waking up like a dream applauded desperately.
The applause lasted long enough for the staff to hand the flash drive with the photos copied to Stanley.
Stanley took the flash drive and threw it directly to Milo, his face grim.
“All of these things are destroyed, as well as the ones on the Internet.”
Stanley instructed with a cold voice.
Milo subconsciously shivered and hurriedly agreed.
“Yes!”
Only then Stanley looked down at Klara with satisfaction.
“Shall I take you back?”
Klara busy nodded, miso stood up, she has long been looked at panic, more than a second do not want to stay here.
So Stanley and Klara walked out of the auditorium side by side, watching the backs of these two fade away before the students in the auditorium screamed frantically.
“Ah! Mr. Davidson!!! This is too spoiled wife!”
“Ooooooooo why is other people’s love of luxury still so sweet, I’m sour again…”
“One hundred million destroyed photos! Mr. Davidson is a real man!!!”
“Did you guys just shoot Mr. Davidson, I just focused on watching the show, I forgot to shoot, that is Mr. Davidson ah, do not know how many times in a lifetime to see it!”
“Holy shit, I didn’t even forget, I just didn’t dare!”
The scene was chaotic for a while, Milo was sweating and squeezed to the principal’s front.
“Principal, Mr. Davidson back here is really an accident, so I hope you can together with the major media to do a good job after this, if cause too much unnecessary commotion, it is not good for us all.”
Half-threatening half-exhortation, Milo opened the door to explain his intention.
After saying that, he still continued to smile and look at those major stupid media groups.
“And fellow journalists, I hope you all heard what I just said to the principal, Mr. Davidson never wants to see any redundant news later.”
The implication was that the auction should be kept well under wraps, and if anyone made it public…
The media basically knew that Stanley never appeared in front of the public, so they nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice.
Although they like these traffic ahead of the news, but they like their own little life more.
Milo smiled with satisfaction, and had a busy day dealing with all the follow-up work before turning around and leaving with peace of mind.
Meanwhile, outside the school.
The Phantom Rolls Royce that Stanley often drove was driving the two to the Bell Family’s villa.
“Stanley… I still have to thank you for today.”
The silence in the car made Klara feel even more depressed than in the auditorium.
Finally Klara felt that since she was the one who was helped, she might as well break the silence herself, before she said so.
Without Stanley’s help today, Klara would have been nothing more than an embarrassment.
From the time she came to this world, it seems that every day is spent in this way, in fact, she herself does not mind very much.
But people Stanley is after all for their own spend out a hundred million, can not do nothing to show it.
But this one hundred million is also considered to be spent on charity, it is not too much of a waste.
“Nothing.”
Stanley replied indifferently, as if he didn’t seem to appreciate it.
So the atmosphere was silent again.
Klara looked up at the man beside her and finally spoke up.
“Stanley, last time you said in Warm Building…”
Last time Stanley suddenly confessed, and then the two never met again.
Since they could now talk properly face to face, Klara certainly couldn’t pretend that nothing had happened, and she knew it had to be made clear.
“I just…”
Klara was going to say that she only thought of Stanley as her patient, but before she could finish her words, she was already interrupted by Stanley.
“You’re not bound to respond to this feeling of mine.”
Stanley raised his eyes to look at her, his expression full of seriousness.
“Even though I said I like you, that’s my own business, so you don’t have to respond positively to it.”
Klara froze, although she didn’t really understand what he was saying, it just sounded like it made quite a bit of sense.