Chapter 1144: Chapter 1144

Chapter 1144:

Before Liliana could act, Valentina’s sharp voice cut through her frustration.

“What are you waiting for? Raise the bid!”

Liliana was already angry, and Valentina’s urging only fueled her anger. She tossed her phone, displaying the conversation with Waylon onto Valentina’s lap, her tone icy.

“If you’re so eager, do it yourself.”

The auctioneer on stage paused, his gavel poised, eyes lingering on Liliana as if waiting for her next move.

Liliana’s expression darkened. She knew the aftermath of tonight’s events would ruin her reputation yet again.

Everyone with connections knew she was merely a puppet for Waylon, a placeholder in the Juarez Group. She wasn’t taken seriously, and she loathed it. This was the reason she aspired to enter the entertainment industry. She craved the spotlight, a yearning unfulfilled in the exclusive circles of high finance. So, she turned to the glamour of the entertainment scene.

But failure followed her in both pursuits.

“Seven hundred million, sold!” After a deliberate pause, the auctioneer struck the gavel, met with roaring applause from the crowd.

Those eager to stay ahead in the game had already surrounded Christopher, striving to establish ties.

After all, anyone who could effortlessly spend seven hundred million and outmatch Waylon was no ordinary figure.

Overwhelmed by shame, Liliana couldn’t linger any longer. She quietly left the venue and made her way to Waylon’s private lounge.

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In the lounge, Waylon had vented his fury, leaving a group of men kneeling on the floor.

Despite their efforts, none of his subordinates had managed to uncover Christopher’s identity.

Even with payment made through a foreign account, they were unable to trace him.

“Worthless, every one of you!” Waylon grabbed a gun and shot one of his subordinates in the chest, speaking coldly.

“Keep digging. If you fail, none of you will live.”

“Understood!” his subordinates replied in unison, their voices firm, none daring to reveal fear.

As they left, they cleaned up the bloody mess, carrying out the lifeless body and restoring order. Watching this scene, Liliana, initially fuming, felt her mood lift. Leaning into Waylon, she murmured, “Isn’t it easy for you to catch that guy? Why waste energy on such a minor issue?”

“This is Mogluylia. I’m not all-powerful here.” Waylon glanced at Liliana, clearly pleased, though his tone carried deliberate restraint. While his reach in Mogluylia wasn’t limitless, when he set out to look into someone, he rarely failed.

“To me, you’re invincible, whether here or in Rovania. No one can rival your status.” Liliana’s praise flowed easily, knowing how much Waylon enjoyed being flattered.

As expected, his mood improved significantly, and his hand around her waist became more affectionate.

Seizing the opportunity, Liliana asked sweetly, “By the way, have you heard of Harlee?” This was the person she feared most.

“Harlee?” Waylon frowned at the unfamiliar name, clearly puzzled. Stroking her back, he smirked.

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