Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 382

Xyla Quest's speech won a round of applause from the crowd.

Everyone was looking at her with admiration and approval in their eyes.

Especially Rebecca Robin, who was literally on the verge of becoming Xyla's fan. She could not take her eyes off Xyla. She had never imagined that Xyla would be so knowledgeable about this field at such a young age.

Not only did she clearly explain the origin of the silver censer, she even managed to recall the sad, beautiful love story behind it.

Xyla calmly sat down in the midst of the applause. Her eyes landed on Mary Sullivan as nothing had happened.

Mary was about to explode with anger at this moment so she totally did not notice Xyla was looking at her. She was just staring at the silver censer on the auction stage with a gloomy dark face.

Her intention of passing the question to Xyla was to make a fool out of her. Little did she know, not only did she fail to embarrass Xyla in front of everyone but she had also thrusted her into the limelight.

And it was in front of so many dignitaries! What was going on with Xyla? Why was she so into antiques all of a sudden?

Did she not use to be uninterested in antiques at all? Why was she turning into a completely different person now? Mary felt like her face was being slapped by Xyla once again, and her face was almost smashed and mushy. When she thought of this, the rage in her heart began to rise and blood red color seared through her face.

The change in Mary's expression was perfectly captured by Xyla. She was in a really good mood just by looking at her.

Nevertheless, Xyla did not bother to continue tangling with Xyla on an occasion like this. Thus, she returned her concentration onto the antique on the stage.

Rebecca glared at Mary coldly and she did not pay any more attention to her afterwards.

"The girl over there, not only is she as gorgeous as a flower, but she's also very insightful indeed. She's definitely endowed with beauty and talent!"

"Isn't that so? Yeah, she's pretty but most importantly she does know a lot at such a young age..."

All the ladies and gentlemen in the hall were absolutely generous with their compliments for Xyla.

Xyla felt quite sheepish inside to receive so many praises from the crowd.

These words were like honey to Xyla but arsenic to Mary. Each sentence seemed to carry poison with it, causing her eardrums hidden deep inside to sting and ache like crazy upon falling into her ears. Apart from that, Mary's hands had clenched tightly into fists under the table.

"The answer from this young lady is brilliant! Please come over to me after the auction is over, I will give you the delicate gift prepared by our auction house... Without further ado, the starting price for this silver censer is four and a half million dollars..."

Everyone started to bid against each other as soon as the beautiful auctioneer stated the base price.

The price rose all the way up to seven and a half million dollars.

As the censer hit this high price, there were only a number of people left to bid...

Xyla began to raise her auction paddle. "Eight million."

The lady sitting at the table next to her raised the paddle too. "Eight million two hundred thousand..."

Xyla raised her auction paddle again. "Eight million three hundred thousand..."

There was no one left to outbid her.

That lady had stopped bidding and started to quiet down too.

"Eight million three hundred thousand once... Eight million three hundred thousand twice... Eight million three hundred thousand thrice..."

After the beautiful auctioneer counted to three, she hit the auction gavel on her hand with power and landed her eyes on Xyla. "Congratulations to this young lady over there, who successfully won the silver censer! You're now the new owner of the silver censer..."

Xyla was very satisfied to be able to own what she wanted.

Soon, the silver censer was carried away from the stage and was replaced by the blue and white porcelain vase from Tang Dynasty.

A strong desire immediately flashed across Mary's eyes as soon as she saw that porcelain vase.

This is what her father wanted.

Today, she had to win the porcelain vase no matter what.

After the auctioneer gave a short briefing about the porcelain vase, the bidding began.