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.

this time, we don't even know the identity of the person. You guys

that every person in the

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

been instructed by the boss to take you backstage." Sylvester put on a black mask and stood

the woman called Peony lowered her head respectfully, displaying utmost

Peony could only see a pair of toned legs stepping out, adorned with expensive

gestured at 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

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

known as Silver, was the boss of Balthazar 's Auction

up from the sofa. In a cold tone, he called out for the occupants

bowed, extending her hand inside and directing them forward like a welcoming host.

the entire room had been encased in ice, bringing a

from the

impeccably dressed in an expensive tailored

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