Clearly...
Every screen in the venue had just died at the exact same moment.
The footsteps outside their door came to a screeching halt.
They were immediately replaced by the frantic rushing of guards. A panicked voice shouted, "Special Envoy Mordecai! The auction system has completely crashed!"
Chaos erupted outside.
Standing in the corridor, Mordecai's eyes darkened as he stared at the tightly shut door of the VIP suite.
A sinister chill flickered in his gaze.
But with a crisis of this magnitude on his hands.
He didn't have time to investigate.
After hesitating for a fraction of a second, his face darkened as he spun around and sprinted toward the control room.
Inside the suite.
Nicholas was already pressed silently against the wall beside the door, his fingers slightly curled.
The moment anyone stepped through.
He would snap their neck in a heartbeat.
Hearing the footsteps retreat.
Nicholas raised an eyebrow and looked back at Serena, who was casually lounging on the sofa.
A hint of amused pride flickered in his eyes. "What did you do?"
Serena shrugged, the picture of perfect innocence. "Nothing much. I just couldn't afford the astronomical price tag for that so-called serum."
"Since I couldn't buy it, I figured I'd hack into the Obsidian Sun's financial hub."
"And while I was there, I went ahead and drained all the cash and collateral those billionaires just transferred into the system."
Her expression was completely unbothered.
Her tone was maddeningly casual.
She spoke as if hijacking half the world's wealth was nothing more than a harmless prank.
Nicholas let out a low laugh, giving her a thumbs-up. "No wonder the Envoy didn't even bother checking on our poor Duke Leopold. He had bigger fish to fry."
The funds belonging to the elites in the room were massive enough to trigger a global economic collapse.
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