Begging For A Reconciliation

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Chapter 268 His Last Wish

"Ian, I won't go anywhere except by your side." Sasha lightly bit her lip, her expression aggrieved.

She just wanted to accompany Ian through the last stage of his life. Was that so difficult?

The tears in the woman's eyes across from him softened Ian's heart. Although his tone was not good,

his expression was much more relaxed.

"Sasha, after I leave, no one can protect you."

As soon as the words were out, Ian had already started the car before Sasha could react and leave.

Inside the office, Ian's gaze fell on the man opposite him.

He suppressed the urge to cough and remained calm. "Have you thought about what I told you?"

Ron was sensitive, and he could not show any hint of strangeness.

"But even if you didn't give me the money, my position would still stand firm."

Ron took a deep drag on his cigarette, feeling a sense of doubt.

Ian had abandoned Leah at the engagement banquet and even brought Sasha back to the Sanders

residence, but now he was repeatedly asking for help with Leah.

Ian's tone was firm. "This is different."

Although Shawn had taken control of the White Group, Ian still had some money, enough for Ron to

expand his territory by twice as much.

He had to ensure Leah's safety.

He also knew that Ron always followed through on his words. Once he agreed, he would do it.

Ron's gaze fell on the bank card on the table, and after struggling for a few seconds, he put the card

away.

He revealed a wicked smile. "This deal won't lose money. But I won't help her. I can only let her live. As

for how she lives, I don't care."

Ian was stunned and did not know what had happened between Leah and Ron to cause their

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relationship to become so bad.

After a moment of realization, he nodded. "Okay, there's one more thing I need your help with."

Ron's mood seemed to improve after receiving a large sum of money. "Go ahead."

Ian took out his phone and sent the design draft to Ron.

"There's an auction tonight. Can you help me bid on these design drafts?"

He would attract Shawn's attention if he showed up at the auction. But Ron was different. He had never

had any conflict with the Sanders family and had no relationship with Leah. If he went to bid, Shawn

would not suspect anything.

"When did you become interested in design drafts? Why don't you go yourself?"

Ron did not even look at the phone screen. He was not interested in these things.

"Cough, cough, cough"

After a violent cough, Ian's face turned red. He quickly picked up the glass on the table and took

several sips before recovering.

"These are the design drafts from the company, and they have leaked out. If I go, they will notice me,

so I can only ask you to go."

Ron agreed without much thought.

In the banquet hall of the International Hotel, Ron, dressed in casual attire, walked in from outside. He

looked around and finally sat down in a corner.

The people attending the auction were dressed formally, and when they saw Ron, there was a hint of

ridicule in their eyes.

"See that? Even the quality of this auction has dropped. Can anyone come in now? Looks like he just

sneaked in."

Ron had heard the whispers of the crowd. He sneered, his cold gaze falling on two men not far away.

The two men's faces froze, and they lowered their heads guiltily, making up an excuse to leave Ron's

sight.

"Mr. Ford is arriving."

The appearance of Shawn caused quite a stir, and everyone wanted to go up and say hello.

After all, Shawn was now the person who could cover the sky with one hand in Linkville.

Shawn had the bodyguards stop those who came over and sat in the corner.

He was not interested in this auction, but after seeing the design drafts on the invitation, he could not

resist.

Shawn recognized the signature at the bottom of the design drafts. He had seen it at Leah before,

which meant that these design drafts belonged to Leah.

Ron took the initiative to say hello to Shawn,"Mr. Ford, you seem to be in a good mood."

He did not like Shawn, constantly feeling cold and indifferent, but it was not wise to make an enemy of

him now.

Shawn smiled, "Same."

The host went on stage and announced the start of the auction.

Ron initially had no interest in the items being auctioned off, so he closed his eyes and planned to

conserve his energy.

"Next up for auction was a manuscript from the famous jewelry designer, Cindy. It was the only one

available, starting at 500,000 dollars.

Ron slowly opened his eyes and picked up the sign beside him, "550,000."

A trace of surprise flashed in Shawn's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

How come he had never heard that Ron was interested in design?

Shawn also picked up the sign beside him and said coldly, "600,000."

Ron continued, "650,000."

"800,000."

As soon as Shawn said this, everyone gasped in shock.

Several design drafts had been sold for such a high price.

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Shawn raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of provocation, "Mr. Sanders, it's your turn."

With the backing of the White Group and the Howard Group, money was just a number to him now.

Ron gritted his teeth. "880,000."

Shawn's voice rang out again, "1.5 million."

"One million five hundred thousand for the first time."

"One million five hundred thousand for the second time."

"One million five hundred thousand for the third time."

The host used the hammer to knock on the table. "Congratulations to Mr. Ford for winning the bid."

"Lunatic!"

After muttering a curse, Ron left the auction.

Inside the car, Ron dialed Ian's phone.

"Shawn bought the design draft, offering 1.5 million," he said.

After a long pause, a weak voice came from the other end of the phone. "Okay."

Ian held the phone, sitting on the sofa in a daze. He could not even save Leah's design draft.

On the other side, Shawn received the design draft from his subordinate. It was well-preserved, with

almost no folds, indicating Leah's attachment.

Despite its value, she sold it for Han. Since she did not cherish it, there was no need to keep it.

Shawn threw the design draft to his subordinate and said, "Throw it away."

The subordinate was about to leave when Shawn stopped him. "Never mind, bring it back."

In the end, Shawn did not throw away Leah's design draft. He returned it to the Ford residence and put

it in the safe.

Serena also received the transfer from the auction. After deducting the commission, there was 1.45

million left. She was surprised and transferred the money to Leah's account.

Serena called Leah and joked, "So, do you regret not auctioning it earlier?"

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