Chapter 73: Sword-nurturing Gourd

When Harry Kenion actually dared to go head-to-head with Stefan Zimmerman, Daisy Farrell let out a cold laugh. "Well, well. A Kenion family brat who didn't know his limits." Still, she welcomed it. As the auction house, competition meant profit. "Ten million dollars!" Stefan raised the price again, anger pinching his features. "Twenty million!" Harry snorted. He had caught the irritation in Stefan's tone and felt a surge of smugness. Little punk-trying to spar with me? You're still wet behind...