Although I didn't do business directly, at the very least, I knew how to be a decent person.

From the moment I entered the venue until now, these so-called business elites hadn't been discussing charity at all, they were all busy flattering Savannah.

As soon as I said that, I instantly became the target of everyone's attacks. Even the host couldn't stay silent any longer, "Sir, people like you are not welcome at our auction."

I slowly looked up toward the stage, "Oh? What kind of person am I, exactly? Why don't you tell me?"

Before the host could respond, Johan rushed on stage and snatched the microphone, "Douglas, you're just a worthless loser!"

Johan's voice echoed throughout the venue via the speakers. Now, all the business leaders stood up and clapped, expressing their agreement.

Even Savannah, who hadn't spoken for a while, looked at me gleefully, as if enjoying the show.

Seeing all this, I suddenly realized how foolish I had been to agree to help the Mason Family back then.

Seeing that I had remained silent for a long time, Johan assumed I was scared and raised the mic again, "Hey, Douglas, now you finally understand why Miss Mason doesn't want to sit next to you, right?"

He suddenly raised his voice, "Because... you're not worthy."

Suppressing the anger in my heart, I spoke coldly, "From the sound of it, you're suggesting I should divorce my wife, right?"

Johan curled his lips into a grin, "Since you're being so self-aware, I might as well stop pretending. That's right, I think I'm more qualified to be her husband."

I looked at him blankly and said each word slowly, "Go on and then?"

Johan cast me a disdainful glance, "Savannah wants to divorce you!"

I paused for a few seconds, then turned to look at Savannah beside him, "Is what he said true? You really want to divorce me?"

Savannah raised her eyebrows arrogantly and looked at me with disgust, "Johan is right. I've wanted to divorce you for a long time, only delayed by my father's pressure."

"Now that all these business leaders are here, they can serve as witnesses. I, Savannah, want to divorce you!" she said.

I stared at her coldly, my tone devoid of emotion, "Are you serious? Savannah, have you really thought this through?"

Right after I spoke, she pulled out a divorce agreement from her pocket, "Douglas, don't bother trying to talk me out of it. I've never liked you, not even a little."

I studied her carefully and let out a long sigh, "Savannah, it seems like you've been prepared for this all along, haven't you?"

Savannah nodded without hesitation, "Yes! You're right. I've wanted to divorce you every single moment! In the past, now and in the future!"

As soon as she said that, Johan immediately led the applause on stage and the other guests joined in with laughter and cheers.

I swept my eyes across the room, a subtle smirk forming at the corner of my mouth, "With the atmosphere built up like this, it would seem rude not to agree. In that case, I'll do as you say, I agree to divorce. However..."

Hearing me agree to the divorce, Savannah became visibly excited. Before I could even finish speaking, she interrupted, "Douglas, since you agree to divorce, that makes things easier. Tell me, how much do you want? I'll try my best to meet your demand."

I waved my hand, looking at her with a meaningful smile.

"Savannah, don't rush. Let's talk about money later. Although I agreed to divorce you, the auction still has to continue. I just bid twenty million and one dollar, Savannah, do you plan to keep going?" From what I knew of Savannah, she had an extremely strong sense of pride.

When she saw I was still competing for that painting, her face instantly darkened, "Douglas, I'm warning you, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."

I raised an eyebrow at her and waved dismissively, completely unfazed, "What's wrong? The mighty Chairwoman of Mason Group is scared off by just twenty million?"

Provoked by my words, Savannah flared up on the spot, "Fine! I want to see how long you can keep acting tough! Thirty million!"

I replied, "Thirty million ... and one dollar!"

Savannah glared fiercely at me and raised the bid again, "Fifty million!" As the bidding escalated, sweat began to bead on her forehead.

I sneered and spoke slowly, "Savannah, since we're all here for charity, why don't we go all out? I bid one hundred million!" As soon as I said that, the entire venue erupted.

Sure, everyone present had a net worth over a hundred million, but having that much in cash was a whole different story.

Savannah was stunned by my sudden show of dominance and didn't respond for a long time.

Just then, Johan, who had been quiet for a while, stepped forward, "Loser, this is an auction, not a number game. Anyone can shout one hundred million, can you actually come up with it?"

As soon as he finished, a glint of light flashed in Savannah's eyes, "Johan is right. Why should I match whatever number you call out?"

Halfway through her sentence, she gave me a sinister smile, "Douglas, don't say I didn't warn you, if you can't pay up later, you'll face legal consequences."

Right after she spoke, Johan raised the microphone and began riling up the guests, "Miss Mason is right, we demand proof of funds on the spot!"

Seeing the bloodshot craze in Johan's eyes, the corners of my mouth curled into a faint smirk, "After all that fuss tonight, you finally asked the right question."