Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 2 Who Could That VIP Be?

One hundred million dollars? The number left even the usually composed host stunned. Not a breath disturbed the stunned silence. "One hundred million, going once." Electricity filled the air.

"One hundred million, going twice." Faces turned, searching desperately to see if another bidder would challenge this outrageous price. "One hundred million! Sold!"

The hammer cracked and echoed in the silence of the room.

The auctioneer peered up at the mysterious private room and said, "Congratulations to the guest in VIP Box 203 for winning The Immortal Man 's Mutant." Whispering and muttering finally erupted. "Sir, please allow our staff to bring you backstage to collect your auction item." The platform slowly descended with the auctioneer, taking the golden cage out of sight from the grumbling crowd. From below the platform a voice lamented, "Ah! I just wish I had enough money."

"What's the deal with the 203 box anyway?"

"Who knows, but one thing's for sure, you need money."

A slender man next to them, holding a cigar, exhaled smoke and said, "It's not just about having money. Only those who qualify can sit in the Auction House's Box 203.

"Last time the president sat in that box. Before that, it was the crown prince of a royal family.

Every person who has ever sat there is a powerful and wealthy figure on the international stage.

we don't even know the identity of the

filled the air, as no one expected that every person in the 203 box would have such great status. Who could it be this

graceful waitress dressed in a black and gold form-fitting dress, walked over in

take you backstage." Sylvester put on

the woman called Peony lowered her head respectfully, displaying

of sight, Peony could only see a pair of toned

Peony, "Lead the

"Please follow me."

backstage of the auction house was on the third floor. The girl inside the golden cage knelt with her back against the bars. Her clear eyes remained serene but sharp, betraying no emotion. Her demeanor resembled an

the golden cage sat the auctioneer, his hair still tied back. He casually placed his silver mask aside and looked at the girl inside. He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. "Sir, the purchaser

known as Silver, was the

from the caged girl and stood up from the sofa. In a cold tone, he called out for

extending her hand inside and directing

entire room had been

all came from the recently

well-built figure. He was impeccably dressed in an expensive tailored suit and wore a black mask, revealing a pair of bewitching