Vera waited for a breath before raising her paddle. "Two million."
The hall went quiet for half a beat.
Two million—this price already shut out the vast majority whose points were limited.
Jonathan turned his head to glance at her, as if trying to judge from her face whether this was just testing the waters, or if she truly meant to fight to the end.
Annabelle still wore that faint smile, unhurriedly adding another round. "Two point four million."
Vera didn't hesitate, raising her paddle again. "Three million."
Jonathan's fingers tapped lightly twice on his knee, like he was calculating.
A moment later, he spoke. "Three point five million."
Vera looked at him, her expression barely changing. "Four million."
At this price, quite a few people in the hall turned their gaze over.
Four million points already far exceeded the final成交价 of many lots.
Jonathan was silent for several breaths, then raised once more. "Four point five million."
