"One Hundred Million."
The cold voice echoed through the massive auction house. It didn't sound like a bid. It sounded like an execution order.
For five seconds, there was absolute silence.
Every billionaire, crime lord, and socialite slowly turned their heads, staring up at the pitch-black glass of the highest VIP Skybox.
Arthur Vance froze. The triumphant smirk vanished from his face, replaced by pure rage. He gripped the chair in front of him so hard the wood splintered.
"Who said that?!" Arthur roared, pointing at the darkened balcony. "I am Arthur Vance! I just told this room this Blood Ginseng is for my crippled son! Whoever is up there, you are courting death!"
The crowd held their breath. Threatening a VIP in the highest Skybox was a massive taboo. But the Vance Patriarch was
