Conquering Ladies With My 10x Rebate System-Chapter 43: Rightful Heir

"Tonight, we officially begin the bidding with our first item." The auctioneer announced, raising a hand slightly as a cart draped in a red cloth was rolled onto the stage.

As the red cloth was rolled off, it revealed a big circular device that let out a low hum of energy.

Lot 1: Prototype Quantum Battery — Unreleased Energy Technology

Starting Bid: $100,000

The name of the item was displayed on the large screen as the clothes were pulled off.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what you see before you is not available on any market, nor will it be anytime soon.

Developed in complete secrecy by an off-the-books division of a now-defunct tech conglomerate, this is a Prototype Quantum Battery — a high-capacity energy cell designed to power an entire city block for up to seven days continuously.

Encased in a reinforced titanium-carbon shell with adaptive thermal regulation, the battery houses a quantum-tethered energy core stabilized using phased light compression. In layman’s terms: it’s clean, limitless power in a box the size of a car engine.

There is no official record of its existence.

This unit was recovered during a black ops sweep and is believed to be one of only two ever constructed. The original development team has since... disappeared.

Whether you’re a private military group, a revolutionary startup, or someone simply tired of paying energy bills — this is your gateway to power independence.

Note: Due to its classified nature and potential instability under extreme electromagnetic conditions, use at your own discretion."

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From her introduction alone, Caleb could tell—the auctioneer was good. Really good.

Even he had found himself intrigued by the battery.

’But what would I even use it for?’

That one question was enough to pull him back to reality. The fascination faded, just like that.

Had it not, he might’ve actually considered bidding on it.

As soon as the auctioneer finished her pitch, the bidding war erupted.

’150,000!’ someone shouted from the floor.

’200,000!’

’220,000!’

The hall buzzed with energy as voices rose from every corner. The battle had begun. freёweɓnovel.com

But Caleb wasn’t just watching the bids—he was watching who was bidding.

’None of the major players have stepped in yet,’ he noted, glancing up at the VIP boxes.

Not a single voice had come from them. All the action was on the ground floor.

He recognized a few of the bidders—managers from major electrical companies, each one eyeing the prototype like it was a golden ticket. With a device like that in their hands, who knew what technological marvels—or monsters—they could create?

He saw the greed in their eyes. The way they snapped at each other with words, glares, and rising frustration. A few even leapt to their feet in outrage as the numbers climbed.

’350,000!’

That shout came from a man in the far corner. For a moment, the chaos quieted.

The man grinned like a soldier who had just claimed victory. Even as the auctioneer began counting down, his confident smile remained.

Until—

’450,000.’

A new voice cut through the air, calm and effortless.

The hall fell silent.

All eyes turned toward one of the VIP boxes.

Seated casually, head resting against his hand, eyes trained on the stage like he was above it all... was Jason.

Caleb recognized him instantly.

Of course he did—Jason was his brother. The third son of Jin Monrrow.

CEO of a rising tech company specializing in AI and robotics.

Caleb had expected him to make a move sooner or later.

’That battery could do wonders for his company...’ he thought. ’But throwing out $450,000 right off the bat? Bold. Risky.’

They all had the same goal here: impress their father.

And what better way than to snatch up a rare, high-value item in front of him?

That was why everyone was waiting—watching—for the ’right’ item to bid on. Timing mattered.

But Jason had clearly thrown that strategy out the window. The opportunity to boost his company outweighed the long game.

Or maybe...

’Either he thinks that battery’s worth everything... or he’s stupidly confident he can outbid the rest of us,’ Caleb mused, narrowing his eyes at his brother.

He leaned back, a small smile forming on his lips.

’Well... I won’t be joining in this sibling bidding war.’

’I have a different plan to win the old man over.’

Caleb turned to Naya.

"Who do you think is the richest person here—aside from my dad?" he asked.

Naya shot him a cold glare.

’Does he really expect me to talk to him after what he did?’ she fumed silently, turning her face away.

Still, the question piqued her interest. She couldn’t help but wonder why he wanted to know.

In the end, her curiosity won out over her frustration.

"It’s Eldora Gaven. Why?" she replied coolly, eyes fixed on the stage.

"Who’s that?" Caleb asked, ignoring her question entirely.

Naya didn’t bother answering. Instead, she pointed toward the VIP box directly next to theirs.

"Go over there and ask him... idiot," she muttered under her breath. He ignored her question, yet still expected answers. Typical.

Caleb sighed, grinning. "Maybe another kiss would loosen your tongue?"

"Try it and I’ll have your tongue cut off," Naya shot back, matching his tone without flinching—though the faint blush on her cheeks gave her away.

’I really pissed her off this time,’ Caleb chuckled to himself.

His eyes drifted to the door. ’Guess I’ll wait for Julia.’

She had stepped out to handle something but reserved that particular VIP box—one of the six—just for herself and Caleb. He was certain she’d return soon.

Almost on cue, Julia appeared.

"Lil’ bro, I’m back," she said brightly, sliding into the seat beside him with a grin.

Caleb raised a brow. "What did you do this time?" he asked, recognizing that mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

"Nothing much. Just had one of our brothers pay $30,000 to use the VIP room I reserved specifically for Dad," Julia said, grinning like she’d just pulled off a perfect prank.

"We both know that’s not it. What’s the catch?" Caleb pressed. Thirty thousand wasn’t nearly enough to get her that excited.

Julia sighed dramatically. "Well... we both know Dad’s probably going to ignore him. He thinks he can play the ’I’m-close-to-you’ game, and I can’t wait to see the look on his face when it blows up."

Caleb didn’t know whether to laugh or shake his head. Julia really did enjoy messing with their siblings.

In the end, he just chuckled lightly. Then he turned to her again.

"Can you tell me more about Eldora?"

"Oh, that guy? He’s got a bunch of businesses, so I can’t even say what his main source of income is. But if you want to know how rich he is..." she smirked, "just wait."

’Just wait, huh?’ Caleb thought, intrigued by her confident tone.

Right after Jason made his bid, silence fell over the hall.

No one else dared speak.

Those on the ground floor didn’t have the capital to go up against Jason—and even if they did, they knew it would be pointless.

Those in the VIP sections didn’t seem interested in the item.

Jason had won, effortlessly.

The auction rolled on. To everyone’s surprise, Jin Monrrow hadn’t bid on anything so far.

Only Eldora had placed bids—three times, in fact—and each time, he dropped an astronomical amount as if it were pocket change. Enough to feed generations without batting an eye.

Every time he entered the bidding, his competitors fell silent. Hope vanished from their eyes.

"Ten million like it’s nothing? Damn, that guy’s loaded," Caleb muttered, stunned.

’Maybe my plan won’t work after all,’ he thought grimly, his confidence rattled by Eldora’s overwhelming wealth.

"I told you," Julia said flatly. Then she shifted her gaze toward the stage. "But I think it’s our turn now."

A new item was wheeled onto the stage.

Caleb could feel eyes drifting toward him—curious glances from all directions.

Across from him, in the exclusive VIP box meant for just two, sat Jin Monrrow.

Beside him was Nate, perched like a prince confident in his claim to the throne, watching the stage as though everything already belonged to him.

That confidence, however, wasn’t returned by their father.

"Dad... I’m surprised you showed up today. Was it because you heard your son designed the hall?" Nate asked, flashing a calm smile.

Jin turned his head slightly, glanced at Nate with a blank expression, then looked away—back to the stage—as if he hadn’t heard a word.

’Answer me, you old bastard!’

Nate stared at his father’s back, jaw clenched, fists tightening at his sides. He bit down on his lower lip to keep himself from lashing out.

He scanned the hall, eyes landing on the family guards scattered throughout—each one a witness to his humiliation. It felt like his father had spat in his face without even lifting a finger.

Grinding his teeth, Nate turned his gaze back to the stage.

’I’ll show you. I’ll show all of you. None of them are better than me. I’m the only heir to this empire.’

The auctioneer stepped forward and gripped the red cloth.

"Our next item will be..."