Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 348: A sky high price.

"Nana!" Phoebe’s eyes flew wide open, her grandmother clearly wanted to put Dorothy in her place, she did not even know what she was buying.

"There is nothing special about it." The Saxon spirit told Phoebe.

It was just an ordinary vintage mirror but there was no stopping grandma Mayfair, she was determined to frustrate Dorothy Cook.

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"All night Dorothy, we are going to do this all night and when it comes to money you can’t beat me. I hope you have paid off those fines you embezzler." Grandma Mayfair looked back and Dorothy and cackled.

Not unexpectedly, people looked at Dorothy with frowns, for someone that was in the middle of an embezzlement scandal she sure was spending money recklessly.

Edward wanted to melt into the chair, where Ashley Miller used fists for revenge, his mother used her mouth, and she did not care who heard her or what they thought.

Gasps were drawn as another orb was pulled out of the chest; this one was blue in color. Excitement brewed in the air as they anticipated another bidding war, they quickly forgot that the last orb had not been taken by anybody.

The excitement died down because the orb did not make it to the silver tray.

"What does that orb do?" Phoebe asked the spirit inwardly; she was just as curious as the rest of the people were.

Many were sneering, frowning or pouting as the orb was taken away and placed in the chest where the first one was stored.

"That’s the eye of the earth, it has the ability to foretell the future of the natural world, it alerts its possessor to any threats, especially supernatural ones.

It can detect dark magic, harmful creatures and unnatural disturbances, while it’s a great magical tool the orb only works for a single person that it chooses which makes it valuable but not very highly sought after if there is no grand guardian attached.

If you are chosen by it, you become known as the grand guardian of the eye. There hasn’t been one of those for centuries, I would know if there was." The spirit squeezed its lips tightly shut.

It was obvious to Phoebe that the spirit was stopping itself from blabbering something. "Why hasn’t there been a grand guardian? Where did the last one go? I want to know more about this guardian, it sounds like an important person."

"The coming of the grand guardian is not necessarily a good thing. It only means that a supernatural war is on the brink for he or she appears to guide the war, stop being curious and buy that painting." The spirit pointed at the front.

It was a painting of an old town with nothing special apart from a quill attached on its side.

Phoebe raised her paddle. "Six hundred thousand." She stated.

Her words miffed a few who were tired of the Mayfair’s as she and her grandmother who was out to torment Dorothy had gained the most from the collection.

"Haven’t you bought enough?" Yelled a man’s voice.

"You can take one out of the ghetto, but you cannot take the ghetto out of someone, she is showing off how new she is to wealth by buying everything she sees. At this rate, the Mayfair’s will end up broke." A woman that sat on a table close to them loudly spoke.

Luna who couldn’t let go of the insult, she looked back and threw a knife out before anyone could stop her. It landed on a table, directly in front of the woman missing her by inches.

The woman, Agatha Diggens screamed loudly, she turned pale with fright and held her bag out to protect her face in case Luna decided one knife was not enough.

"The next one will separate your head from the rest of your body." Luna threatened.

When Luna turned around, she looked at Jennie first, expecting to meet anger but instead she met a smile of approval.

Sabrina Spellcaster raised the bid to one million. "I want to see you counter that." She tauntingly looked at Phoebe.

"Two million." Andre called, attracting a sneer from the Spellcaster’s especially Sabrina.

She and Andre had their little feud going on, so they competed until Andre won at a whopping ten million.

He wiped the beads of sweat and smiled triumphantly, the smile however faltered quickly when he realized that he had let his emotions get the best of him. "Bloody hell! What did I just do? That’s an ugly worthless painting and I just spent ten million on it." He swallowed deeply.

Sabrina raised a glass towards him. "Good to know you are still a fool, I could never but that worthless painting at that price." She laughed victoriously.

"What were you thinking Andre? Why would you let that girl get under your skin?" Jennie condemned him.

"She is an annoying creepy brat; how dare she compete with my sister!" he answered.

Phoebe shook her head, she had already looked into her brother’s fate, searching for his future wife and she happened to be none other than Sabrina Spellcaster, the terror of the founding lane. In future, she would actually be a presidential palace press secretary, a responsible and influential young lady.

She was still seventeen, a few months shy of eighteen, so Phoebe saw no need to tell Andre about it. From what she could see, Andre’s future would be filled with a lot of groveling because he always had a reason to antagonize Sabrina.

Or maybe it was the other way round, she kept finding ways to torture him for some reason. Either way, both seemed to hate each other a lot.

"Pheebs, why do you want the painting?" Andre asked.

She asked the Saxon spirit the same question and it responded immediately.

"Pheebs that’s not an ordinary painting, the piece of paper which was used, and quill are enchanted items. If you draw anything you desire on the paper using the quill and your blood as ink, it comes to life. For instance, that town, it was once as real as any place on earth, a world inside a drawing.

If magic is returned to the painting it can come alive. If you don’t want the town, you can use the feathers as an eraser wipe it out and a blank canvas will be restored.

You can also use it to go back and forth from one place to another, passing through the painting, ten million is a small price to pay for it."

Phoebe’s eyes widened. "You mean that I can draw a place and go to it through the painting? Like teleporting?"

The spirit nodded. "Yes, that’s right."

Phoebe looked at Andre and squealed, "Brother, I love you. You have done something great, when we get home, I will show you why."

Andre looked at Collin and Luke and he laughed, "She loves me, our sister loves me. Has she ever told you that she loves you?"

His brothers sneered in response, they called him an idiot in their minds, but deep down they also wanted to hear it from Phoebe.

The auction went on just fine until a small sized wooden box was pulled out of the chest. Phoebe’s eyes narrowed as she came to realize that it was very similar to the one the spirit had kept at the cabin.

The spirit floated towards the front and came back quickly. "Bloody hell! Another key? This cannot be good. Why are they showing up everywhere?"

It was as if a shift of energy happened in the room, Phoebe noticed that blood had drained from some people’s faces, like her aunt and Rufus while others suddenly started exiting.

"What key?" she asked the spirit.

Grandpa Saxon moved his electric chair towards the front, Rex and Dean Morrel didn’t stay behind.

"Fifty billion." Margaret Saxon shouted.

A collective gasp went around the room, the auctioneer’s hand trembled, never in the history of the auction had something been taken at such a sky high price.

"No." Grandpa Saxon commanded.

"One hundred billion." Margaret increased the amount twice the original offer.

"What the hell!" Phoebe blurted out.