His Beloved Mate

Chapter 79 Dylan's Taste Is Getting Worse And Worse

Shaking the red wine in his glass, Jasper turned to look at Dylan and said, "If you divorce her, I won't

do anything against her anymore."

Dylan gouged out a look at him, "Childish."

Damn it! They were really a family. They refuted Jasper with the same words.

Then he left holding the hand of Cassie.

When the auction was about to begin, the staff led Cassie and Dylan into the VIP room.

Cassie was held by Dylan's hand all the way, and the smile at the corners of her mouth gradually

became thick. She let her hand be held by him and walked into the VIP private room.

As soon as Dylan entered the private room, his face darkened. He raised his eyebrows and said, "It

seems that I can't leave you alone in the future."

Confused, Cassie asked Dylan, "What's wrong?"

If it weren't for the fact that Cheryl had reported to him that Cassie had met Jasper at the airport and

that the two had quarreled, and that he had seen it with his own eyes today, he wouldn't have thought

that Jasper set himself against Cassie.

"Tell me, how many times? How many times had it happened like today? "

Cassie was suddenly enlightened. She smiled carelessly, "Three or four times? Anyway, I haven't

counted. It doesn't matter. He is just bored. Compared with those who flatter me, this is a special way

to greet me? "

Holding her hand, Dylan said seriously, "From now on, If he is talking to you like this, remember to tell

me. "

How could Dylan's wife blamed for no reason.

She giggled and nodded, "When will the auction start?"

"It's time to start," said Dylan.

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Dylan liked to be quiet, so Simon arranged a VIP private room. On the screen of the room, Cassie and

Dylan could see everything on the auction.

In the auction, there were clothes, shoes, bags, and all kinds of jewelry. Cassie noticed that Jasper was

very active in bidding for these. She muttered, "This guy seems to be very kind. Why is he so active in

the auction? "

With a dangerous look in Dylan's eyes, Dylan seemed to say, "Mrs. Cassie, how dare you praise

another man in front of your husband? Not to mention that he is my rival."

Cassie cleared her throat and quickly restrained her expression. She smiled and said, "Oh, I just said it

casually. Don't be angry."

'Humph! He is so narrow-minded. He could play around with other girls, but he couldn't tolerate that I

praise other man.'

The expression on Dylan's face softened a little. He turned around with a smile and continued to look at

the items.

Cassie was a little sleepy. She yawned and said, "How long will it take? I'm so sleepy and hungry!"

Next time she came to such an occasion, she must eat at home before coming over. She really wanted

to become invisible and look for food quietly, but there were always people staring at her, and she felt

embarrassed at the sight of them.

"Didn't you have dinner?" Dylan asked with a frown.

Cassie curled its lips, "I didn't had the time."

Then she touched her hungry stomach again. Dylan tapped her forehead and said, "Idiot."

Although Dylan was cursing her, he still turned to Simon and ordered, "Prepare some food."

Simon nodded with a smile and asked, "What do you want to eat, Mrs. Cassie?"

Cassie smirked at Dylan, "If I tell you, you must not scold me."

As soon as she finished her words, Dylan knew what she was going to say. He rubbed his forehead

and said in disgust, "I see. Barbecue and roast chicken. "

Cheryl laughed out. Cassie was so down to earth and not afraid that Dylan would dislike her.

Simon nodded, "Okay, I got it. We will do it right now. "

After a long time, it was finally time for the auction of the painting 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'. The

auctioneer introduced, "I know that many guests are here today for our final painting 'A Midsummer

Night's Dream'. This is the work of Morsan, a contemporary painter of the S country..."

The auctioneer introduced a lot of things before announcing the starting price. "The starting price of the

'A Midsummer Night's Dream' is 50, 000, 000."

"Puff..."

Cassie was drinking water. When she heard the starting price of "A Midsummer Night's Dream", she

was shocked and choked. "Cough, cough, cough..."

The warm water went into her air pipe and she was choked to cough violently. Frowning, Dylan

reached out his hand to smooth her back and said, "You said you were not a child, but you could even

choke on water. Aren't you a child?"

Damn it! She knew the price of the 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' was high, but the starting price of fifty

million really shocked her.! It was so scary!

"Fifty-five million." A familiar voice sounded in her ears. Cassie breathed a sigh of relief and looked up

at the person on the screen

Damn it!

It was Jasper?!

Why was he always against her?! Was it because he had a crush on Dylan? And the relationship

between him and Johnson seemed unclear.

"Eighty million," said Dylan calmly.

Cheryl nodded and told the price through the headset. The auctioneer smiled and said, "Mr. Dylan

offered a price of eighty million. Is there any price higher than eighty million? !"

Jasper laughed scornfully and raised the price. With a slight wave of his hand, an assistant beside him

raised the card and shouted, "Ninety million."

Hearing that, Cassie was shocked. It seemed that Jasper was determined to get the painting!

"One hundred million." said Dylan again.

Then Cheryl offered the price. Jasper continued, "One hundred and fifty million."

The assistant next to him hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is Mr. Jasper serious?"

Jasper showed no hesitation, "Of course. I must take back the painting that grandma likes and give it to

her as a gift for her eighty year old birthday. "

The assistant raised the price tag and said, "One hundred and fifty million."

Dylan lifted his lips and was about to make an offer. Cassie tried to stopped him at once, "No, no, no. It

doesn't matter if you can't get it. Anyway, this painting has a copy. You can use that one then."

If Dylan really spend more than 100 million on a painting, she would feel guilty.

The corners of Dylan's mouth lifted slightly. Without paying attention to Cassie, he continued to raise

the price, "Two hundred and fifty million."

Then Cheryl offered the price as Dylan said.

Jasper's assistant asked, "Mr. Jasper, shall we..."

Johnson also persuaded, "Forget it, Jasper. It's just a painting. Just give it to him. It's two hundred and

fifty million. "

Turning to look at Johnson, Jasper said, "No. Grandma likes this painting. I must take it and give it to

her as a gift for her eighty year old birthday. "

Johnson lifted his lips and finally shut up. What Jasper hated most was his father, but what he

respected most was his grandmother. It seemed that Jasper and Dylan were in a fight this time. As

things looked, the price of the painting would probably not stop rising until it was bid for about 1, 000,

000, 000.

After all, Dylan was rich. And Jasper was stubborn. Of course he was not willing to lose to Dylan.

"What's going on? Does Mr. Dylan have a fight with Jasper today?"

"Well, I heard that Mr. Dylan insisted on taking this painting because his wife likes it. According to this

situation, I bet that Jasper will win this time. "

"Is Mr. Dylan going to throw money to win Mrs. Cassie's heart? I bet on Mr. Dylan! "

"……"

The bidding had turn white-hot, and the guests at the dinner party began to discuss.

Cassie turned to look at Dylan and said, "Don't raise the price anymore."

Now the price had been raised to nine hundred and fifty million. He wouldn't really spend one billion for

a painting, would he?!

"One billion."