Trevor was certainly not afraid since Frank was backing him up.


    While he would give Sif and her widespread connections a wide berth on any other day, things were


    different now—seated beside him was the only son of Godwin Lawrence, Lord of the Southern Woods.


    Who were the Lionhearts inparison?


    "Fine. If that''s your game, I''ll y along!"


    Sif sneered, repressing her rage as she raised her paddle. "Bid, 2 billion!"


    The hall was left in an uproar at the number Sif shouted.


    As expected of the Lionhearts and their deep pockets—they could shout such an astronomical number


    without batting an eye!


    "Ms. Lionheart has called 2 billion!" Jenny eximed cheerfully on stage.


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    Then, she nced at Frank, urging him to raise Sif in her mind.


    "Go on! Keep bidding—don''t lose to Sif!"


    "Hmph." Trevor snorted as he raised his paddle. "2.1 billion."


    Sif sneered and raised hers too. "2.5 billion! Go on, challenge my coffers. I have nothing but money!"


    Everyone could tell that her ire was stoked, given the raised pitch in her voice.


    "2.6 billion." Trevor kept bidding, knowing how important the Hyperion Root was for Frank.


    He certainly was not just being childish—he was simply bent on getting that herb!


    "3 billion!" Sif announced, her visage proud.


    There was no reason to fear as she had all the money in the world, and she was certainly eager to see


    how far those two would go!


    "3.1 b—"


    Trevor was about to raise his paddle when Frank put a hand on his arm, stopping him.


    Then, as Trevor looked on in confusion, he shook his head. "Forget it. Let her have it."


    "But..." Trevor was taken aback and quickly said, "The Hyperion Root is so important to you! Why are


    you giving up, sir? If it''s money you''re worried about, you don''t have to—just leave this to me."


    "No, it''s not a question of money." Frank nced very briefly at Sif, his eyes soon turning back to


    Hyperion Root. "It''s not a hundred years old, so it wouldn''t be that helpful to me."


    "What?!" Trevor gaped. "Are you saying it''s a fake?! How dare the Leaf family sell a fake to the public!"


    He quickly checked the Hyperion Root thaty on the table again. It was luminous from tip to tip, its


    roots thin and long... it almost did not look fake at all!


    Frank shook his head. "No, I won''t call it fake—it''s just too young, and its medicinal effect iscking.


    I''ve personally made queries earlier, but it had been harvested at ny years old. A real shame, either


    way."


    Even if there was just a ten-year gap between ny years and a hundred years, the result in growth


    between them was vastly different.


    While it would heal Frank to a certain extent, he would not make a full recovery.


    "In that case, it really is a shame." Trevor sighed in disappointment, losing interest in the Hyperion Root


    himself after Frank''s exnation.