Reborn As Super Heiress

Fujiwara Seiho did not expect that this Clayflo would directly reveal his identity, but considering the Rothschild Family’s vast network, it’s not surprising Clayflo was able to mention his name as the Sect Master of Iga-ryu.

Though Fujiwara Seiho was astonished, he quickly regained his composure.

It wasn’t that he was deliberately feigning calm; rather, he had long ceased to look up to the so-called mysterious Rothschild Family.

Regardless of whether Clayflo could eventually become the head of the Rothschild Family, even if he did, he would only gain a bit of control, which Fujiwara Seiho didn’t care about at all.

Compared to his own goals, the Rothschild Family was nothing. If he could locate the Diaoti Country and unlock the secrets on the Classic of Mountains and Seas, it would be akin to finding the key to the door of eternal life. At that time, not only the Rothschild Family but all the world’s elites would likely have to grovel like lapdogs before him.

Just thinking about such a scenario made Fujiwara Seiho feel his blood boil, excitement surging from his toes, his blood pounding, greed rushing.

However, as this thought formed, Fujiwara Seiho suddenly remembered that his key to eternal life was now in an unknown person’s hands. When he was about to obtain the Classic of Mountains and Seas that could potentially reveal Diaoti Country’s secrets, someone snatched it away from him. How could Fujiwara Seiho not be furious, not be panicked?

He couldn’t help but look up at Clayflo and say, ”It’s said that the Rothschild Family values its credibility the most. If I recall correctly, your family’s motto seems to be: once money talks, bad words cease. Mr. Duke, I did not expect your family to have such a side; I, Fujiwara Seiho, have seen it.”

Clayflo was baffled and instinctively asked, ”Our Rothschild Family never engages in untrustworthy acts. If Mr. Fujiwara thinks we have acted improperly, you are free to point it out. No need for insinuations; I, Clayflo, am straightforward and accountable.”

Fujiwara Seiho coldly laughed, ”If that’s the case, I must then ask why the golden Nanmu Wood Box exhibited at the auction, which I bought for a million, is said to have been taken away when I came to collect it?”

Clayflo was taken aback; he was unaware of this matter. His mind was entirely focused on the two Beast Heads and hadn’t paid attention or cared about the items before the grand finale, so he didn’t know what exactly had transpired.

Upon hearing Fujiwara Seiho’s question, Clayflo realized that there had indeed been a mistake.

Clayflo’s expression immediately turned grim. Although he wasn’t afraid of Fujiwara Seiho’s threats or reluctant for the matter to escalate, he minded that his business shouldn’t involve bullying; that wasn’t in line with the Rothschild Family’s business principles.

He instinctively looked at the staff member: ”What happened? Why is there such a mistake? Who took the item?”

The staff, interrogated by Clayflo, became tense and restless, instinctively glancing at Semiya next to him.

Semiya’s expression stiffened, his demeanor extremely unnatural, his eyes instinctively blinking at the staff, signaling her not to speak.

Upon seeing Semiya’s expression, the staff immediately understood, hesitated for dozens of seconds, as if rapidly concocting an excuse in her mind. Soon, her eyes brightened, looked at Fujiwara Seiho, Zhou Zhen, and the others, then spoke:

”Boss, it’s not that we breached the contract, nor is it our fault. It’s because this item isn’t ours but placed for consignment by the owner. After the auction, the owner was displeased with the sale price and, perhaps guessing the buyer’s identity, took the item back and paid for breach of contract, saying it was not for sale.”

The staff appeared earnest, speaking as if it were true, convincing the surrounding crowd and even Fujiwara Seiho wore a disgusted expression.

Clayflo, however, detected a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. Others might not know, but he was aware that all auctioned items were handled by him and ownership was clear. The Philadelphia Black Market had never allowed external consignment, and this staff was undoubtedly spewing gibberish.

But Clayflo didn’t expose the staff’s lies because he noticed his sister signaling secretly with the staff. Clayflo knew his sister’s ways well and understood once the staff conspiringly blinked at Semiya, that it was definitely related to his unruly sibling.

But it was just an old wooden box; to Clayflo, it was insignificant. He had made quite a profit today, so he didn’t bother holding Semiya accountable.

Compared to a million dollars, his sister was obviously more important. Clayflo wouldn’t embarrass his sister over a Dongyang native, so after hearing the staff’s ”explanation,” he feigned understanding, shrugged at Fujiwara Seiho, showing a helpless expression:

”Mr. Fujiwara, as you see, this is beyond our control. Until transactions are complete, ownership remains with the original owner. If they refuse to sell, there’s nothing we can do. Should this cause you a loss, we can discuss partial compensation.”

Clayflo mentioned partial compensation, which Fujiwara Seiho clearly understood. But at this moment, compensation was the least of his concerns; he wanted the Classic of Mountains and Seas. Even compensated a million US dollars, it meant nothing to him; he wasn’t interested in money—only in the whereabouts of the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

”No, no, no, Mr. Duke, you’ve misunderstood. I only challenged your staff, and even you, because of my suddenness, but it wasn’t for compensation. I want that golden Phoebe nanmu box.”