In just ten minutes, the four children had managed to "assist" the Walton family in bidding on half the catalog.
They raised their paddles with wide eyes and eager smiles, their enthusiasm so perfectly childlike that no one questioned it.
Every bid was met with a gasp or a murmur from the crowd, as prices climbed higher and higher.
From the outside, it looked like harmless excitement. In reality, it was tactical sabotage.
The total value of items they secured had crossed the billion-dollar line.
The auctioneer, though trained to handle high-stakes events, blinked more than once as he announced the Walton name again and again with increasing disbelief.
Milo checked the time, the gleaming face of his watch catching the light from the tiered chandeliers above.
He leaned
