When the price skyrocketed to fifteen billion, everyone realized that this was serious.
An invisible tension filled the air.
Even in the most extravagant circles of the antique world, prices this outrageous were unheard of.
The two key bidders refused to back down, yet both remained eerily composed.
This kind of composure was like tumultuous undercurrents beneath a tranquil surface—the calmer the waters, the greater the storm that would eventually break.
Everyone in the venue held their breath. The prominent figure in the private box on the second floor remained unseen, but the young man in white seated in a corner on the first floor was clearly visible.
He didn't seem more than twenty years old, dressed in a meticulously tailored white suit, lounging lazily with legs too long to find a resting place.
