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Chapter 7: A Dragon Doesn't Look at Ants
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Outside the "Sky Dome" Auction House.

The night wind was cold.

Lucas walked out of the VIP exit, Anna following behind him holding the exquisite box containing the "Heart of the Ocean."

"Stop right there!"

A furious roar broke the silence.

Leo, the young master of the Gold Family, blocked the path with ten menacing bodyguards. His face was twisted with jealousy and anger.

"Kid! You think you can humiliate me inside and just walk away?" Leo shouted, pointing at Lucas. "Do you know who I am? The Gold Family controls all the ports in this city! If I say you can't leave, you can't leave!"

Lucas stopped. He didn't look at the bodyguards. He looked at his watch.

"You have three seconds to disappear," Lucas said indifferently.

"Hahaha! Are you crazy?" Leo laughed. "I admit you are rich. But in this city, money isn't everything! Power is! Boys, break his legs! Teach him some manners!"

The bodyguards cracked their knuckles and stepped forward.

"Stop!"

A cold, authoritative female voice rang out.

Chloe walked out elegantly, her silver dress shining under the moonlight. Her presence was so strong that Leo's bodyguards instinctively stepped back.

"Miss Chloe?" Leo's expression changed instantly. "This is my personal feud. Please don't interfere."

"Leo, don't be stupid," Chloe said coldly. "This gentleman spent 100 million dollars. He is a VIP of the Auction House. If you touch him here, you are disrespecting me."

Although Chloe was curious about Lucas, she also wanted to show him a favor. She believed that by "saving" him from Leo, this mysterious rich man would be grateful to her.

Leo gritted his teeth. He didn't dare to offend Chloe. Her background in the Capital was terrifying.

"Fine!" Leo spat on the ground. He glared at Lucas. "Kid, you are lucky today. Miss Chloe saved your life. But watch your back. The Gold Family never forgets."

Leo waved his hand and left with his men, cursing under his breath.

Chloe turned to Lucas, a faint, elegant smile on her face. She waited for Lucas to say "Thank you" or ask for her name. Usually, men would kill for a chance to talk to her.

However...

Lucas didn't even stop.

He walked straight past her, as if she were a transparent air.

"Let's go, Anna. The air here smells like cheap perfume," Lucas said as he walked toward his Rolls-Royce.

Chloe's smile froze. She stood there, stiff as a statue.

Cheap perfume? She was using a custom-made fragrance worth $5,000 an ounce! And he ignored her? He ignored the "Ice Goddess"?

"Wait!" Chloe couldn't help but speak up. She turned around, her voice losing its usual calmness. "Hey! I just helped you!"

Lucas stopped. He turned his head slightly, looking at her with half-closed eyes.

"Helped me?"

Lucas chuckled. It was a laugh full of arrogance.

"You didn't help me. You saved him."

"If you hadn't interrupted, the Gold Family would have ceased to exist tonight."

Lucas opened the car door. Before getting in, he glanced at the stunned goddess one last time.

"And one more thing. I don't like women who think they are important. Stay away from me."

Bang.

The car door closed. The convoy of Rolls-Royces drove away, leaving a cloud of exhaust fumes.

Chloe stood in the wind, messy and shocked.

For twenty years, she had been the center of the world. Men knelt before her. But tonight, a man treated her like... a nuisance?

"Chairman..." Her servant whispered, terrified. "Should we... investigate him?"

Chloe bit her red lip. Her eyes, usually cold, were now burning with a strange fire.

"Yes. Find out everything about him."

"Lucas King... You are the first man who dared to reject me. You think this will make me give up?"

"No. Now, I want you even more."

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