At this time, Bernard Arnault, who was wearing No. 016, had completely collapsed at this moment.
Although on paper, he was the richest of all the competitors tonight, he never dreamed that the last Rejuvenating pill had just started shooting for a minute, and he was directly squeezed out of the competitor sequence.
Despair and remorse almost made him collapse on the spot.
If he had known it was like this, even if the last quarter of the 50-billion-dollar auction would not have been delayed until now, it would have been declared out of the competition.
In the box, Michaela was also stunned.
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