Highest Bidder Sara Cate Romane & Geschichten

They both fit well into that category very easily. "Hello, Mrs. Daughtry, how can I help you tO’Brieny?” Sarah greeted her as she opened the front door. Sarah Michaels, who was better known as princess to everyone who knew her, was already tired from the day and the fighting of herself to even make the online profile. Dealing with her neighbor was not something she wanted to do even on a normal day. Smaller than most women, Sarah only stood barely five feet tall with her boots on. She was slight in build, and though she seemed to not be that strong, she could easily lift her suit when it was pack. The suit weighed eighty-plus pounds easily. Her size often led people to underestimate her, and

"It's actually on auction at the moment and it is already on a very high bid." "Whatever the case,you can always let me know." I said and turned to take my leave when I heard the word that changed everything. "I understand but the only problem is that the highest bider is my Bosses sister!" I halted in my track, "Nana Elizabeth only sister was the highest bider, this must be interesting." I thought to myself. "Is it Nana Piper?" I questioned and Franca's eyes widened in surprise once again, "How do you know her?" She asked, her curiosity piqued.

And there was no way he’d let that happen. Ignoring Julian’s warning, he raised his paddle. The bidding war began again—two powerful men openly competing for the same woman. The entire room turned to look at the center of the storm: Sarah Sanders. She was clearly the reason behind it all. The tension escalated fast. The audience whispered among themselves, the air thick with curiosity and gossip. Then, to everyone’s surprise, another bidder joined in. Charlotte’s eyes widened in disbelief as James Chancer lifted his paddle. The host read out the new bid, and Charlotte nearly jumped from her seat.

“But make sure Nate Bennett and his sisters aren’t among the bidders. They could easily disguise themselves to reclaim the land. I know exactly what they’re capable of.” “Yes, Luna. The current highest bidder is a Luna from a small pack—Ridge Pack.” She answered. “I’ve gone through the list and she’s also the best person.” “Perfect. If she wins, the land can go to her. I don’t have any use for it, but clearly, plenty of others do.” I tutted, shaking my head. “Too bad for Lisa.” “That’s alright, Luna. I’ll keep you posted.” “Oh, that reminds me…”

“Tera is so excited. I can’t believe I haven’t driven her in so long.” Elena shook her head. “I still can’t get used to you referring to your car like a person.” “She’s my second baby.” Elena frowned. “Second? Who’s the first?” “Mia. My cat.” Elena’s eyes widened. “You have a cat?” “Yes.” Sara smiled. “Want to see a picture?” “Please.” Sara reached for her phone on the passenger seat, tapped on it for a moment and handed it over. “Isn’t she gorgeous? She can be too sassy for her own good but she’s the cutest fur baby ever.”

Sara said as she looked at him, “ I can’t imagine living like that.” “On borrowed money?” He asked. “No on all those dead bodies,” Sara said. She knew of everything, and as soon as the place was completely cleared, she put the whole thing on the market. It seemed a collector of weird properties wanted it and drove the price up in a bidding war with a local farmer that just wanted the land. Garett nearly laughed that they wanted to pay that much for something because his stepmother and stepsisters killed so many men. As soon as she could, she sold it to the man and wiped her hands of it all.

And away from the only obstacle in my life, your priced and most loved Nanny, Sara Scott". (Eyes lock)

Soon enough, even married people started bidding for the lucky bouquet. The bids went up to 3000 euros. Sarah’s throat was beginning to get sore from egging this people on. Rich people are so intense. Just as she was struggling she heard someone say the most ridiculous thing she’d heard since she became a self-acclaimed broker. “15 thousand,”

“Ain’t you going to bid?” She shrugged, cool and unapologetic. “Why? I’ve already been on a date with you. Let someone else have you.” “No, Nat…” he groaned, frustration clear in his voice. “I added that condition just for you.” She smirked, folding her arms. “Well, that’s too bad, Mr. Sinclair.” The bidding escalated quickly. “Fifteen million!” a woman called out sharply. “Eighteen million!” another voice shot back. The auctioneer’s voice rose above the clamor. “Eighteen million! Do I hear twenty?”.