The old man and the doctor didn't even have time to gasp before their eyes rolled back and they collapsed on the couch.
Nicholas effortlessly tossed them into the corner of the room.
And just like that, the two of them boldly hijacked the VIP suite.
The view from this room was spectacular.
The entire auction was displayed perfectly before them.
The venue was designed in a circular, seven-story layout.
The ground floor served as the main stage.
Heavily armed guards surrounded the perimeter, weapons drawn.
The upper six floors were entirely composed of private suites.
One-way glass ensured complete anonymity while offering a clear view of the stage below.
It was the peak of privacy.
No one knew who sat behind the glass.
Serena sank into the leather sofa, casting a lazy glance at the two unconscious men on the floor. "That guy looks familiar."
Nicholas barely spared them a look. "Duke Leopold of Caldoria. He controls over half of Caldoria's economy. He vanished from the public eye a while ago due to health issues. I didn't expect to see him here."
"Duke Leopold..." Serena let out a dry chuckle. "It seems today's guest list is packed with heavy hitters."
"Everyone wants to cheat death," Nicholas replied, stepping behind her to look at the massive screen in the room.
The screen broadcasted a live feed of the auction floor.
The event had reached a fever pitch.
The host, clad in a sleek black suit, was hyping up the glowing blue Neural Resurgence Serum like it was a gift from the gods.
Then, the serum was rolled out onto the stage.
The second the floor opened for bidding...
The indicator lights in front of every suite flashed wildly as the numbers skyrocketed at a dizzying pace.
The global elite hidden within those rooms were throwing caution to the wind, screaming out bids in sheer desperation.

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