The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley)

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"Noah is your fiance, isn't he?"

Samantha nodded. "Yes, but that was in the past, not anymore."

"Why do you want Noah's company to go bankrupt?"

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The real reason, of course, couldn't be revealed, so Samantha invented a simpler excuse. "Because I despise him."

"If you truly want Noah's company to go bankrupt, Sam, you can tell me directly. There's no need for these elaborate schemes. I don't enjoy working with my rivals. But since this is your request, I'll grant it."

Upon hearing Finley's words, Samantha's lips curved into a smile. "So, is the winning bidder Noah?" "Hmm."

"Perfect. We can squeeze fifty billion out of him."

Finley fell silent for a moment. "Sam, fifty billion isn't much to me. If you want, I can give it to you right. now."

But receiving fifty billion from Finley didn't carry the same satisfaction as tricking Noah into giving it away, especially since the target was Noah. The thought made Samantha's heart race with a sense of vindictive pleasure. She nestled closer to Finley and whispered, "Finley, it's not about the money. What I truly desire is to see Noah utterly bankrupt. Of course, if we can manage to trick him out of fifty billion before that happens, it's even better. Fifty billion might be a trifling amount to you, but to others, it is a staggering fortune. For instance, to Noah, this sum is enormous. So, we must ensure he loses everything, that he is left with nothing."

Finley watched her with growing curiosity, wondering what could have happened between Sam and Noah to inspire such profound hatred-hatred so fierce that it demanded Noah's complete ruin.

"Alright," Finley said, his voice resolute. "I promise you. He'll lose everything."

He rose from his seat, retrieved the bid documents from the trash, and walked out with Samantha. As they emerged from the room, every eye turned toward Finley.

Holding up the bid documents, Finley proclaimed, "The successful bidder is the Hunter Corporation. The winning bid stands at fifty billion. Congratulations to the Hunter Corporation for securing a partnership with the Holt Corporation"

He extended his hand, and Noah eagerly clasped it.

Excitedly, Noah asked, "Mr. Dean, since I've won the bid, could you now reveal the actual base price for this land?"

"6.6 billion."

At Finley's words, the smile on Noah's face faltered and then vanished entirely.

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6.6 billion?

"Wasn't it fifty billion?"

To prevent Noah from harboring any resentment toward Samantha, Finley responded coldly, "That was the initial price, but later I revised it. You could have won the bid with just 6.6 billion. However, since you offered fifty billion, I had no reason to refuse. Mr. Hunter, I hope we will have a pleasant collaboration moving forward. My assistant will contact you regarding the contract details. Should you have any questions, please feel free to discuss them with my assistant. I have other matters to attend to now, so I'll take my leave. Mr. Hunter, until we meet again."

With that, Finley walked away with Samantha.

Holding the bid-winning document, Noah stared at it, his earlier joy evaporated. What could Finley have meant by saying he could have won with just 6.6 billion?