Chapter 72: Ghost Craft Ball, Walter Scurr's Intuition!!

"I'll bid 1.3 million!" The burly man gritted his teeth, shouting out a price that exceeded his budget. "Brother Fang, don't compete. I must have this herb, 1.5 million!" Tobias Quiney raised his hand again, determined. "Since you insist, Tobias, I'll step back and give you the courtesy," the burly man conceded reluctantly. With Tobias's final bid, no one else competed. "Congratulations, Tobias, on your successful bid!" "Tobias, about that kiss... would you want it?" Elina Fevyour's words prompted...