Juliette gave a puzzled look at the monumentous bid that seemed to come out of nowhere. She saw Davis give a little gesture of impending victory and her eyes narrowed. The girl was certaintly not worth that amount of money, and she would have a hard time justifying it to the tax men should anyone bother to look (she held out little hope, tax men always look), but this was a matter of principle, or vindictiveness. After al, she was certain that Davi’ friend would robably just puther under a shoe box somewhere, keeping her safe until it was time to regrow her, and wehat ype of message did that send to criminals? Commit a crime and someone will pay millions of pounds to look after you feed you and treat you like a king! This was set up so that they could make money of prisoners rather than suffer the massive drain on the economy that housing prisoners the more traditional way did. With a fist clenched under the table she raised her hand and spoke out loudly putting a raise on the £5,000,000 bid, going £300,000 higher. She still didn’t want to waste money wish a crushing bid, perhaps the opponent would see from her resolute voice that she was not letting this go.