It was Serena's seat.
The girl sat languidly, one hand resting casually on the bidding console in front of her.
Unlike every other device in the room,
Hers glowed with a bright green indicator light.
The two-dollar bid.
It was hers!
Two dollars for a piece of Astral Titanium that had just been hovering near 5.3 billion?
The scene was...
So absurd it was comical.
The rest of the guests were completely dumbfounded, frozen in their seats.
They had attended countless high-stakes auctions in their lifetimes.
They had witnessed billionaires throwing down billions of dollars.
They had seen lucky bastards walk away with priceless steals for a few hundred.
But two dollars?
For Astral Titanium?
It was completely unheard of!
When Arthur saw her, his face turned a violent shade of purple. Abandoning any semblance of dignity, he stormed straight toward her. "You?! It's you again!"
"Who sent you?! Did you come here specifically to sabotage the Doyle family?!"
"Ruining our auction over and over again—what exactly is your goal?!"
"I will have the cops drag you out of here right now!"
Every single bidding device in the room was dead.
Only hers was active.
It didn't take a genius to figure out who crashed the system.
Serena lazily lifted her gaze, her eyes serene and completely unbothered beneath her mask.
She crossed her arms, leaning into her chair with absolute ease.
"Sabotage?"
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