Filed to story: Mr Williams Madame Is Dying Novel Free Online (Madison & Hunter) >>
Despite the dim lighting, she could see that Andrea had turned as pale as a ghost. This, in turn, brought a cheerful smile to Everly’s face.
“I just love how you can’t do anything about me even though you can’t stand me. Andrea, I’ve got evidence of all the things you’ve done.
“If you dare provoke me and Madie again, I just might reveal everything to the whole world. If I were you, I would cut my losses and stop right here. Don’t act all high and mighty when you’re nothing but a sly fox.”
Glaring at her fiercely, Andrea remained quiet.
Meanwhile, Madison hadn’t expected to meet Hunter again so soon.
They didn’t talk at all, and any passerby would have thought that they were strangers. They were both indifferent to the auction going on, not reacting to the high prices offered.
As the auction approached its end, Shawn himself took the stage. “Next is an ancient garden estate that boasts a history of a hundred years.”
A classic garden estate was displayed on the screen.
The Evans residence had been built by Madison’s ancestors. Later, it had been redesigned and renovated to incorporate some modern elements while retaining its historical significance.
Its selling point was its excellent location, which was in the most happening area of the city. It was highly valuable, regardless of whether one wanted it for personal use or business purposes.
From the pictures, Madison saw the familiar courtyard, where the flowers on the tree were about to bloom. She remembered that Jeff had buried his best wine under the tree, saying that he would dig them up for a toast after she had a child. Alas, he couldn’t wait that long.
Shawn announced, “We’ll begin the bid at the price of one billion dollars. Feel free to offer a higher bid if you are interested. It’ll be hard to find a location like this.”
Madison and Hunter both raised their paddles at the same time.
“Two billion dollars,” they said together.
Madison looked at Hunter, unable to comprehend why he wanted to compete with her. The property was special to her. What did it mean to him?
Just then, Hunter’s phone vibrated, and Andrea’s message appeared on the screen. “Hunter, I want the Evans residence.”
Madison had saved five billion dollars for this property. The Evans residence was in a prime location and had great commercial value. Experts had gauged its market price to be in the range of 2.5 billion dollars to three billion dollars.
“2.1 billion dollars,” Madison continued bidding, determined to win. After her second bid, Hunter was the only other bidder still contending
“Three billion dollars.”
By raising the price, he was telling Madison that he intended to get the property and that she should stop bidding.
He knew her limits–after donating half her money, she would only have five billion dollars left. Five billion dollars was an astronomical sum to many, but to the wealthy Williamss, it was merely a drop in the bucket.
Madison’s grip on the paddle tightened. Gritting her teeth, she announced, “3.5 billion dollars.”
This was her telling Hunter that she wouldn’t back down. The Evans residence was very important to her.
However, Hunter raised the paddle once again. “Four billion dollars.”
Everly, who’d been squabbling with Andrea just a few moments ago, was suddenly in a low mood. Hunter had to be doing this intentionally. There was no way he didn’t know how important Evans residence was to Madison.
Smirking, Andrea asked, “What do you think Madison will do if the price is raised to five billion dollars?”
Finally, it was all clear to Everly. “You’re the one who wants Evans residence, not Hunter.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Andrea answered, “Hunter always gives me what I want.”
As Everly took her seat, the lights dimmed.
Andrea whispered a threat, “Don’t push your luck, Everly.”
“Push my luck? I haven’t even exposed you as a homewrecker yet,” Everly retorted.
Despite the dim lighting, she could see that Andrea had turned as pale as a ghost. This, in turn, brought a cheerful smile to Everly’s face.
“I just love how you can’t do anything about me even though you can’t stand me. Andrea, I’ve got evidence of all the things you’ve done.
“If you dare provoke me and Madie again, I just might reveal everything to the whole world. If I were you, I would cut my losses and stop right here. Don’t act all high and mighty when you’re nothing but a sly fox.”
Glaring at her fiercely, Andrea remained quiet.
Meanwhile, Madison hadn’t expected to meet Hunter again so soon.
They didn’t talk at all, and any passerby would have thought that they were strangers. They were both indifferent to the auction going on, not reacting to the high prices offered.
As the auction approached its end, Shawn himself took the stage. “Next is an ancient garden estate that boasts a history of a hundred years.”
A classic garden estate was displayed on the screen.
The Evans residence had been built by Madison’s ancestors. Later, it had been redesigned and renovated to incorporate some modern elements while retaining its historical significance.
Its selling point was its excellent location, which was in the most happening area of the city. It was highly valuable, regardless of whether one wanted it for personal use or business purposes.
From the pictures, Madison saw the familiar courtyard, where the flowers on the tree were about to bloom. She remembered that Jeff had buried his best wine under the tree, saying that he would dig them up for a toast after she had a child. Alas, he couldn’t wait that long.
Shawn announced, “We’ll begin the bid at the price of one billion dollars. Feel free to offer a higher bid if you are interested. It’ll be hard to find a location like this.”
Madison and Hunter both raised their paddles at the same time.
“Two billion dollars,” they said together.
Madison looked at Hunter, unable to comprehend why he wanted to compete with her. The property was special to her. What did it mean to him?
Just then, Hunter’s phone vibrated, and Andrea’s message appeared on the screen. “Hunter, I want the Evans residence.”
Madison had saved five billion dollars for this property. The Evans residence was in a prime location and had great commercial value. Experts had gauged its market price to be in the range of 2.5 billion dollars to three billion dollars.
“2.1 billion dollars,” Madison continued bidding, determined to win. After her second bid, Hunter was the only other bidder still contending.
“Three billion dollars.”
By raising the price, he was telling Madison that he intended to get the property and that she should stop bidding.
He knew her limits -after donating half her money, she would only have five billion dollars left. Five billion dollars was an astronomical sum to many, but to the wealthy Williamss, it was merely a drop in the bucket.
Madison’s grip on the paddle tightened. Gritting her teeth, she announced, “3.5 billion dollars.”
This was her telling Hunter that she wouldn’t back down. The Evans residence was very important to her.
However, Hunter raised the paddle once again. “Four billion dollars.”
Everly, who’d been squabbling with Andrea just a few moments ago, was suddenly in a low mood. Hunter had to be doing this intentionally. There was no way he didn’t know how important Evans residence was to Madison.
Smirking, Andrea asked, “What do you think Madison will do if the price is raised to five billion dollars?”
Finally, it was all clear to Everly. “You’re the one who wants Evans residence, not Hunter.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Andrea answered, “Hunter always gives me what I want.”
Everly ground her teeth in frustration, wondering how such a despicable person could exist. Lowering her voice, she said, You stole her man. Isn’t it enough now that you’re Mrs. Williams?”
“Huh? 1 stole her man? If it hadn’t been for her, Hunter and I would have been married a long time ago. Madison’s the one who stole my man,” Andrea countered, sneering.
“Ms. Davis, with that audacity of yours, you could set a new Guinness World Record. I can assure you that no one will be able to break your record for centuries. I thought I was bad, but I’m nothing compared to you. You truly set the bar high,” Everly retorted.
“Everly, if I were you, I would speak to me politely,” Andrea threatened, crossing her arms.
“Ooh, someone’s getting angry!” Everly was talented at infuriating others.
“I’m not angry,” Andrea replied, maintaining her composure.
Madison, on the other hand, was boiling inside. She’d raised the bid to five billion dollars. Hunter knew her limits, and he could easily secure the Evans residence by raising the bid by ten million dollars.
When Hunter didn’t raise his paddle, Shawn called, “Does anyone want to raise the bid?”