Hearing what Tyler just said, Mr. Nathaniel was taken aback a little no, more than a little. For a man who had spent decades commanding rooms filled with billionaires, politicians, and dignitaries, he was not used to anyone especially not someone who looked like Tyler—speaking to him in such a raw, unapologetic tone.His brows lifted slightly, not out of fear, but surprise—genuine shock that this young man not only knew him but dared to say such things in front of this kind of audience.Before Mr. Nathaniel could even gather his breath to respond, Tyler turned his full attention on him, no longer raising his voice but speaking in a low, sharp tone that cut cleaner than any shout.“You think I don’t actually know you?” Tyler began again, his eyes unwavering. “Yeah, I do know you. And all your deeds—all the silent games you've been playing behind my back, the manipulations, the whispers in the shadows, the phone calls you've been making about me... I know all of them. And guess what?” H

At that moment the bright lights of the podium suddenly illuminated the entire hall, washing the audience in a soft golden glow. A hush immediately fell over the place as the large screens on either side flickered to life. Then, a man in an immaculate black suit began walking toward the stage. Every step he took was measured, deliberate like someone fully aware that all eyes were on him. His polished shoes clicked lightly against the marble floor, and his tailored jacket shimmered slightly beneath the bright lights.When he reached the podium, he gave a charming, composed smile and adjusted the microphone. His voice echoed deep and calm through the speakers. “Good day, ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his tone rich with authority and grace. “It is a great honor to stand before you all today. Being chosen to host and anchor this prestigious gathering of minds, wealth, and legacy is something I hold dearly.”A soft wave of applause rolled through the crowd, brief but respectful. Many gu

At that moment, as soon as the auctioneer’s words echoed across the grand hall, a wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd. The sound was like the slow roll of thunder — soft at first, then growing louder as confusion and excitement began to spread among the elegantly dressed guests.No one had expected another item. Everyone had assumed the previous treasure the century-old royal staff was the grand finale. Yet now, hearing there was one more, something “special,” every head turned, and every gaze fixed upon the large box at the center of the podium.The guests exchanged glances curious, intrigued, some even whispering guesses about what could possibly be inside. Could it be a lost artifact of the royal lineage? A diamond from the forbidden mines of the North? Or perhaps a secret relic belonging to the ancient monarchs themselves? Whatever it was, they all knew one thing the last item was always the most valuable.Anticipation filled the hall. The air itself seemed to grow heavier

At that moment, upon hearing what the auditioneer just said and seeing the crystal ball in front of them, they knew that yes, this was something that top families, top establishments, families connected to warriors, families that have gravely connections to something like this are definitely going to be interested in it. The air inside the luxurious hall suddenly felt thicker, almost charged with tension. People began whispering among themselves, some leaning closer to their partners, others tilting their heads as if they were afraid to blink and miss something. Everyone present could feel it in their bones—this wasn’t just another artifact. This was something that could change power, fortune, and perhaps even fate itself.And without being told, they knew that this item was going to worth millions of dollars. Their faces began to shift from calm curiosity to raw anticipation. The lights above the stage gleamed softly on the smooth surface of the crystal ball, its glow reflecting off

The moment Mr. Nathaniel's words left his lips, a ripple of agreement spread through the crowd like wildfire. Heads bobbed in unison, murmurs of approval rising from every corner of the lavishly decorated auction hall. The guests—dressed in tailored suits and dripping in jewelry—exchanged knowing glances, their expressions dripping with disdain as they sized up Tyler he stood out like a sore thumb in her simple attire, his posture stiff under the weight of their judgmental stares. The way he held himself, the way his fingers trembled ever so slightly—none of it screamed wealth. Not the kind that could casually drop a million, let alone forty. The more they looked at him, the more convinced they became that this was all some elaborate ruse. A man in a crisp navy suit scoffed, adjusting his cufflinks with a sneer. “Look at him,” he muttered just loud enough for those around him to hear. “Does he even know what forty million looks like?”Immediately Laughter trickled through the crowd