My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 66

It was a rare sight to see the boss of the audition company, him making an appearance. No one had summoned him. Yet, out of fear, or perhaps out of necessity, he had come on his own.

A silent testament to the power of J-12.

The murmurs grew louder.

"Look at that." Someone whispered. "The J-12 heir didn’t even have to say a word, and the auction house boss ran in like his life depended it."

"This just proves how untouchable J-12 is. No one dares cross them."

Even Demian couldn’t hide his smug grin.

This was playing out exactly as he wanted.

With J-12 pressing down on Raymond, there was no way for him to escape humiliation now.

At that moment the auction house boss finally stopped in front of them. His demeanor was respectful, but there was a certain weight in his voice when he spoke.

"I heard what was going on." He glanced at Dorian Lancaster.

"And since this involves an important matter, I felt it necessary to personally address it."

However Dorian Lancaster didn’t even acknowledge him. His arms were crossed, his expression unreadable, but his presence alone was suffocating.

The boss continued carefully.

"With all due respect to J-12, there is still a question that needs to be answered."

The entire room went silent.

J-12? A question?

Damien raised a brow, slightly intrigued.

The boss turned toward Dorian Lancaster and spoke again—his words sending a ripple through the room.

"Since Mr. Raymond has bid 40 million, will J-12 match the bid... or admit defeat?"

Then their was Silence, A heavy silence.

For the first time tonight, J-12 was being challenged.

The room remained tense as Dorian Lancaster stayed silent, his expression unreadable.

Then, one of their representatives stood up, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor as he walked towards the auction boss.

His voice was calm but laced with irritation.

"What exactly are you saying?" He folded his arms, staring the boss down.

"Everyone in this room knows the laws governing our country. Someone can’t simply bid 40 million unless they have the means to pay. Instead of entertaining this charade, I expected you to enlighten him, to debunk whatever foolish game he’s trying to play. Not stand there and ask us to increase our bid."

Immediately a murmur ran through the crowd.

The auction boss, however, remained unfazed. He adjusted his suit before responding.

"With all due respect," his tone was professional, but there was a sharp edge to it, "that is how the bidding works. If you believe Mr. Raymond is incapable of paying, then you are free to pull out of the bid and let the process unfold. If he cannot pay, that will be an issue entirely on its own. Until then, the bid stands."

Then Dorian Lancaster expression darkened. His fingers tightened slightly around his armrest.

The boss’s words had struck a nerve.

Not just because of this bid—because of their history, Three years ago.

A different auction. A different necklace.

And this same auction boss had denied him.

It had been infuriating, Because unlike Raymond, unlike anyone else in this room—he had the money.

He had the power, Yet, the boss had still refused to sell the necklace to him.

Why?

Because the auction house was under GSK Corporation.

And if there was one group J-12 never saw eye to eye with, it was GSK.

Now, sitting in this hall, he could feel the same irritation bubbling up again.

The room was dead silent. No one dared to breathe too loudly.

GSK Corporation, The name alone carried weight.

Everyone in the business world knew them.

A dominant force when it came to accessories, luxury items, and high-end auctions.

But what truly set them apart?

Power.

Twenty companies under their control.

Each one of those companies was five times wealthier than the entire J-12 combined.

Which meant, before J-12 could even think of challenging a single branch of GSK, they would have to multiply their entire fortune by five.

A hopeless gap.

And the most unsettling part?

No one knew who the real co-owner of GSK was.

The mystery surrounded them like an impenetrable wall.

But none of that mattered now.

At that moment Dorian Lancaster clenched his jaw.

His fingers tapped lightly against the wooden armrest of his chair, eyes fixed ahead.

Then, finally—he spoke.

"I am not increasing my bid."

His voice was cold. Unbothered.

"I’ve said what I needed to say. Now, do what must be done."

A ripple of murmurs spread through the audience, they couldn’t believe Dorian Lancaster just gave up so easily.

The auction boss’s expression remained calm.

But inside—he was entertained.

"So," he spoke smoothly, adjusting his sleeve, "you will not increase your bid?"

Silence.

Then, a small nod from Dorian Lancaster.

"Understood," the boss continued, his lips curving just slightly.

"That means you accept defeat, correct?"

A heavy silence settled over the hall.

Eyes shifted toward Dorian Lancaster.

He had just surrendered. Just like that.

No fight. No struggle. Nothing.

But deep down, everyone knew why.

Raymond would not be able to afford the necklace.

So what was the point of increasing the bid when the opponent had already reached his limit?

A slow realization dawned on the crowd.

The heir of J-12 had stepped back, not out of defeat, but out of certainty.

He knew—Raymond was about to drown.

Then the boss adjusted his sleeves, his face void of any expression.

"Then, it is decided," he announced.

His voice carried through the room, sealing Raymond’s fate.

"The necklace has been sold... to Raymond."

Gasps. Whispers. Murmurs.

The weight of the moment crashed down like a tidal wave.

At that moment Valentina’s heart dropped.

Her fingers clenched into her dress, her mind racing.

This was bad, Very, very bad.

One—that kind of money was impossible.

Two—spending that much on a single necklace was outright reckless.

Three—if Raymond failed to pay, he would be fighting battles from all sides.

Damien, The J-12 heir, The auction boss.

Each of them had a reason to crush him.

Damien—because of his insufferable pride.

The J-12 heir—because he had nearly been forced into paying more than necessary.

And the auction boss—because he would not take lightly to being played.

Then Valentina’s chest tightened as realization hit her.

She looked at Raymond, her voice barely a whisper.

"What... have you done?"