How did Bianca always end up with men like that? How?

Just then, the auctioneer spoke. “This gentleman bids one hundred million. Any higher offers?”

Everyone looked at Natalie. She had promised to win the car, so she couldn’t back out now—not over this amount.

Natalie clenched her teeth hard. She knew she couldn’t beat someone that rich, but she couldn’t accept the shame either.

“One hundred and ten million!” Natalie shouted, forcing herself to stay strong.

“Two hundred million,” Wyatt said without any stress.

Two hundred million?

The room filled with whispers. People looked around in shock, then turned to Natalie with pity.

Sweat started to form on her...