The mention of a name can often carry the weight of a mountain, and in the high-stakes world of Port Haven, few names carried a heavier shadow than Victor Yates. A collective shiver seemed to ripple through The Orion Gallery, chilling the air despite the humming climate control. The arrogant experts and wealthy collectors who had been so vocal moments ago now found their voices trapped in their throats.
Several people began to sidle toward the exit, their eyes darting nervously. The prospect of being caught in the crossfire of a Yates family dispute was enough to make even the most seasoned dealer reconsider their curiosity.
"Going somewhere? Nobody leaves this room until I say so!" Uriah Yates barked, his voice cracking with a manic sense of empowerment. He held his phone out like a hol
