Chapter 137 – Worth Souls
A low ripple of laughter passed through the crowd. Expensive laughter. Coated in pearls and champagne.
It brought Lux's attention back to reality.
Lux exhaled through his nose. His eyes went to that 'Eye-whatever-thing'.
[Estimated street value of item: $12 million.]
The host continued. "We'll start the bid at a modest $3 million."
No hesitation.
"Four," barked a woman from the left side—tan skin, solar empire earrings, old money aura.
"Five point two," someone behind Lux drawled lazily.
"Six!" called a dragonkin in gold-rimmed glasses, fanning himself like he owned air.
"Eight," Mira said coolly, without even glancing at the stage. She was nursing a cocktail, fingers tapping the stem absently, lips parted just enough to say 'I'm not trying too hard' while very obviously trying hard.
Fiera sighed beside her, murmuring, "Ten."
Lux huffed.
He didn't even look at the stage.
