My Wife is a Hacker novel (Nicole)

Chapter 190
He smiled gently and said to Max, “That won’t be necessary. I will ask Karlo.” Jared mentioned the name of the army chief of Hustuaburg so casually that Jared seemed to have not the slightest sense of reverence toward him.
Max, on the other end of the phone, was silent for a moment and put down his phone as if he had also just thought of this. He then looked back at Claus, who had a helpless look on his vacant face.
‘Who is Lucifer? Even his partner isn’t ordinary.’ Max found it incredible. The more he dug, the more shocked he was.
Jared had hung up. He looked at the auction floor but his mind was elsewhere.

Pink Diamond had been delivered into Box Three. The blonde’s job was done, and she felt at ease. “Next is a bonus session. The auction house will randomly select items we can’t evaluate for auction. Everyone can bid for it and may likely get it at a low price.”
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Speaking of this, she motioned with her hand, and the crew behind her came up with a tray that looked different from the one holding the pink diamond. It was simple and unpretentious, not covered with red cloth, and the contents inside were visible.
Nicole was thinking of checking the progress bar on her computer. She could not take her eyes off the tray when she saw what was on the tray. It was a palm-sized silver-white shard with a cold luster that looked no different from a piece of scrap iron.
Zeke, who had seen Nicole’s motorcycle, recognized it at once. The material of the fragment seemed to be exactly the same as that of Nicole’s motorcycle. He turned to look at Nicole.” Lucifer, this is…”
There was an unusual look in Nicole’s eyes. She looked at the fragment while the blonde on the stage was still babbling, saying, “This piece of material is very special. We tried various ways to change its form after the auction house got it, but whether it was cutting, burning, or processing it with modern technology, we could not make a dent in it. This piece of material is a rare treasure. Because the auction house has difficulty estimating its value, we have set the reserved price at one million dollars.”
The audience looked at each other, not knowing why this scrap iron was worth one hundred million dollars. This amount was nothing to them, but there was no need to waste it on a piece of scrap metal.
No one raised a sign, and neither the blonde felt it strange. After all, this thing really looked like just a piece of scrap metal. As tough as it was in resisting fire, it was only the size of a palm. What use could it have?