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“$500 million,” Lance bids. “$600 million,” the other room counters. The other bidder won’t lose his chance with Andrea so easily. The bidding price increases in increments of $100 million as if money is nothing. “$700 million,” Lance counters, asking Robert to press the bidding device down. A bodyguard comes in and whispers something to Robert and his expression becomes worried. “Sir, it’s Andrew Clifford,” he whispers to Lance. “Get the word out she’s mine,” Lance orders. Robert quickly returns with a message from Andrew, “Sir, he said whoever bids the highest wins her.” “$800 million.” “Sir, Mr. Clifford has gone for $800 million,” Robert whispers. “Keep it going,” Lance says with a frown, “I want to see how much longer he can afford to bid.” The screen on Lance’s room reads “