"Heh..."

The beautiful young woman chuckled lightly, her expression both respectful and polite. “Certainly.”

Vivian was thrilled and was just about to pull Taylor up when the young woman added, “However, the private room requires proof of at least one billion in assets, and each visit comes with a minimum spending requirement of 50 million.”

The moment she said this, not only did Vivian's face freeze, but the people around them gasped in shock.

“One billion!? Only the real elites can afford to sit up there!”

“No wonder it’s so elevated. Without serious capital, you can’t even step through the door.”

“And a minimum spending of 50 million each time? That’s insane!”

Emily, who didn’t particularly like Vivian and knew about her feud with Nancy, couldn’t resist mocking her. With a smirk, she said, “Oh, Vivian, the Lesser family is so wealthy. A mere billion—just show proof, and you can head up.”

A mere billion?

Vivian wanted nothing more than to rip Emily’s smug face apart! Forget a billion—she couldn’t even come up with five hundred thousand at the moment. Taylor had handled the last asset certification, and now, hearing about the 50-million minimum spending, she felt utterly crushed.

Angered by Emily’s jab, Vivian pointed toward Nancy on the upper level and shouted at the beautiful young woman, “Did Nancy show proof of assets? Can she even afford the 50-million minimum?”

The young woman furrowed her brow, her smile fading. “Miss Nancy is a distinguished guest of our owner. Whether it’s spending 50 million or gifting her the entire building, I’m sure the owner would be more than happy to oblige.”

Without sparing Vivian another glance, she gracefully led Emily up to the private room.

Vivian looked up at Nancy, standing leisurely by the sheer curtain, and felt a surge of rage so intense she nearly choked on it!

This low-born woman—what gave her the right to look down on them from such a lofty place!

The scene was as if Nancy stood above, watching them below like she was watching clowns.

“Oh, forget it,”

Taylor tugged at her sleeve, trying to calm her down. “Let’s just sit down. The auction’s starting.”

Vivian let out a furious huff but reluctantly sat down. After all, she didn’t have a billion in assets to get up there.

"Nan!"

Emily entered the private room and happily rushed over to Nancy.

When she saw the beautiful array of pastries on the table, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy. “Wow, the private room treatment is something else. Even the pastries look so exquisite!”

Nancy laughed and waved her hand. “Help yourself. Don’t be shy.”

Emily picked up a small pastry, took a bite, and was instantly captivated by the melt-in-your-mouth texture. “Wow, this is delicious! No wonder the minimum spending is 50 million. These pastries alone must be worth millions!”

“What?”

Nancy looked at her in surprise. “What’s this about a 50-million minimum?”

Emily, still nibbling on the pastry, chuckled as she joined the others. “That beautiful server mentioned that to sit in the private room, you need to show proof of at least one billion in assets and spend a minimum of 50 million each time. Nan, you’re really rolling in it!”

Nancy’s mouth twitched, and she suddenly felt uneasy. “I didn’t know! Is it really that expensive?”

Seeing her on the verge of leaving, Ashley quickly stepped in with a smile. “That rule applies to others. For Miss Nancy, everything is free, with no minimum spending. You don’t need to pay for anything.”

Nancy let out a relieved sigh. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

Linda, her cheeks puffed up with pastry, could barely hold back her laughter at Nancy’s reaction.

“Hahaha…”