The host was a young woman, dressed in a black formal jacket and a matching pencil skirt. She smiled brightly under the stage lights and announced the very first lot of the evening.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we will begin tonight with a stunning, limited-edition luxury chronograph watch! The starting bid is a modest $10,000, with minimum bidding increments of $1000!" Julia’s eyes instantly sparkled, she absolutely loved high-end luxury items like this to show off to her friends. Seeing her excitement, Derek raised his bidding paddle high into the air without missing a single beat. He glared at Harry, letting out a loud sneer. "Look at the pathetic scum! He can't even afford his own mother's emergency surgery fees, yet actually shows up to a high-class auction just to window-shop and pretend he belongs here!" Harry raised an eyebrow, completely unbothered. He had a massive 1.5 billion dollars sitting idle in his liquid bank account, not to mention the unlimited 10 billion dollar black card sitting inside his pocket. The only reason he wasn't bidding at the first item, was because he simply had no interest in competing for such a trivial, cheap item. Derek successfully won the luxury watch for 20 thousand dollars. Julia praised him lavishly, clapping her hands and leaning into him. "Oh, Derek, you are so incredibly amazing.” She glared at Harry, "Did you see that, Harry? That's what a real man looks like. You couldn't afford a single gear inside that watch…” Some people laughed along, not knowing who exactly the taunt was directed towards. Several more minor lots passed under the hammer. What caught the crowd’s collective eye, was a breathtaking pink diamond ring, masterfully crafted by Caratlily, a world-renowned jeweler. Although it was a replica, it was still highly valued at a whopping 100 thousand dollars. The host announced the starting bid at 50 thousand dollars. Instantly, every single woman in the grand room was drawn to it, their eyes filled with desire. Seeing Julia's eyes gaze on it, Derek eagerly raised his paddle again. Before the host could even call the number, he turned around to mock Harry ruthlessly. "Hey delivery boy, want me to buy this for your mom? Oh wait, you can’t even afford the taxes on it!" “He's right, you know. It feels so amazing to be taken care of by a capable, strong man… especially after being married to a sore loser.” They had won the ring for $250 thousand dollars, and several women looked at Julia with jealousy over her good fortune. While some others were sympathising with her and congratulating her for finding a successful partner and leaving her toxic husband behind. Over the next hour, dozens of high-priced items went under the hammer. Harry kept his head low, feeling bored and uninterested. But Julia and Derek assumed his disinterest to be another sign of his poverty, feeling more confident in mocking and humiliating him with every second. Finally, the main lights dimmed even further, and a dramatic spotlight hit the center stage. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment everyone has been waiting for—the legendary antique ring from the fallen noble family, the House of Yorvenns. Legend says that this ancient ring is deeply connected to the bloodline of the Yorvenn clan, but not only that! It also holds the ultimate secret to a hidden treasure… vast enough to rival an entire nation! The starting bid is set at one million dollars, with minimum increments of 100 thousand dollars!" Derek’s eyes turned red– he was absolutely determined to win this ring tonight. He had secretly prepared a total of ten million dollars, which was a whole year's worth of his massive allowance from his wealthy family abroad. For the true giants, which were the major families in the city, an old ring might mean very little, maybe just another addition to their vast collections. But for someone on the outskirts of powerful circles, like Derek, winning this legendary treasure meant everything. He had to have it, it was the ladder to prove his worth. He raised his paddle high and shouted arrogantly, "Three million dollars!" The room gasped loudly at his boldness— this man had tripled the starting price in one go. After all, it was just an old antique ring with a fictional story, without any real value. Winning it for a higher price could mean betting all your money on an illusion, if the legend turned out to be fake. And besides, Derek Johnson’s family had a fearsome reputation in the city. They were connected to both the underworld and the highest government authorities, and it was said his family had risen straight from the criminal shadows. Because of his background, no one else in the audience dared to raise their paddle against him. The host grew visibly anxious, trying hard to stir up interest. After all, this was supposed to be the most anticipated item of the night, and it was sold on the first call?Latest Chapter
Chapter 213
A salt-laced wind swept across the edge of Sentinel Bluff, rustling the tall silvergrass that clung to the jagged limestone cliffs. Below, the northern harbor stretched out like a dark velvet blanket, dotted with the yellow navigation lights of container vessels and the distant, glowing grid of the metropolitan skyline.Harry stood near the precipice with his hands resting in the pockets of his dark trousers. The midnight suit jacket had been left behind at the Levine manor, still wrapped around Priscilla's bruised shoulders. He wore only a plain, charcoal-gray thermal shirt, the fabric stretched taut across his broad shoulders and back. The dried smears of mercenary blood had been washed away, but the scent of ozone and ancient pine still clung faintly to the pores of his skin.He closed his eyes, inhaling the crisp, freezing mountain air deep into his lungs.The moment he slowed his breathing, the dormant power inside his body responded.It was no longer the wild, bucking tempes
Chapter 212
Noemie’s breath hitched in her throat, a cold, icy prickle running down her spine. "Who were they hunting?" Julian looked at her intently, his brow furrowing with deep, complicated caution. "They were cornering that young man," Julian muttered, dropping his voice to a bare whisper. "The one you've been asking our scouts about. Harry Kipling." The room seemed to violently tilt on its axis. The color drained from Noemie’s face so fast it felt like a bucket of freezing ice water had been dumped straight over her skull! Her fingers gripped the cold edge of the marble bar so tightly that her knuckles turned stark white, the blood roaring in her ears like a deafening waterfall. "Harry...?" Noemie whispered, her voice cracking as a wave of suffocating, blinding panic clawed at her throat. "What do you mean, hunting him?! Is he... did they—" "I don't know the full details, Noemie!" Julian interrupted quickly, his own frustration and alarm bleeding through his composed mask. "The entire
Chapter 211
The private penthouse lounge on the sixty-fourth floor of the Solis Tower was bathed in the dim, golden amber of the approaching dusk. Floor-to-ceiling panoramic glass panes looked out over the sprawling metropolitan harbor, where cargo freighters and luxury yachts drifted like toy ships across the gray water.Inside the quiet, minimalist study, Noemie sat on a wide cream-colored velvet armchair, an untouched cup of Earl Grey tea growing cold on the frosted glass side table beside her. A leather-bound sketchbook rested open on her lap, a charcoal pencil balanced idly between her slender, manicured fingers. Normally, the gentle hush of the high-altitude suite was her haven, a sanctuary away from the suffocating political maneuvers of high society.Today, however, the charcoal hadn’t touched the page for hours.A persistent, hollow dread had settled deep behind her sternum, cold and heavy like an anchor dragged across jagged rocks.The heavy double doors of the private elevator vest
Chapter 210
Priscilla leaned back against the high stack of goose-down pillows on her four-poster bed, the faint, clean scent of crushed wintergreen and ancestral ginseng ointment rising from the white linen bandages bound neatly around her wrists. Every few minutes, a nurse in a crisp gray uniform tiptoed into the quiet chamber to change the cold herbal compresses resting on her swollen cheekbones, speaking only in hushed, reverent murmurs before slipping back out through the double doors.For the first time in nearly twenty-four hours, the deafening noise of the world had completely ceased.There were no screaming kidnappers. There was no freezing concrete beneath her knees. There was no smell of burnt motor oil, stale tobacco, or the humiliating sting of coarse leather gloves striking her skin. And yet, whenever Priscilla let her heavy violet eyes flutter shut, the terrifying echoes of the godown tried to claw their way back into her chest.Her breath hitched, and she instinctively reached
Chapter 209
"When those ruthless animals had me trapped, it was Harry who answered my call! He came alone! He tracked them through the city, stormed the warehouse, and single-handedly fought his way through twenty armed mercenaries with his bare hands to pull me out of that hell! He took down three entire layers of elite killers without hesitation, just to keep me safe! He is my savior! If not for Harry Kipling, your granddaughter would be a mutilated corpse in a ditch right now!" Every single word landed like a massive boulder crashing into a calm lake, shattering the courtyard into dead, ringing silence! The eight security guards turned to stare at Harry with sheer, petrified awe. One man... fought through twenty armed mercenaries with his bare hands?! What kind of monstrous, mythical warrior was standing in front of them?! Old Master Levine closed his eyes for a brief second, exhaling a long, shuddering breath. The encrypted message from Wes Humbright echoed in his mind: “A young dragon of
Chapter 206
The eight estate security guards hesitated for a split second, their hands tightening nervously on their heavy stun batons as Violet’s screech echoed off the high marble walls of the courtyard. The air felt thick, heavy, and dangerously volatile, like a lightning storm trapped inside a glass bottle. "Did you deaf idiots not hear me?!" Violet shrieked again, her face contorting with ugly, red-faced hysteria as her pointed red stilettos stomped against the paving stones. "I said break his legs! Shatter his kneecaps! He is a common criminal who assaulted our first heiress! Attack him!" Seeing the guards twitch, preparing to lunge forward in a coordinated strike, Harry didn't take a single step back. He didn't even shift his center of gravity. His arm remained locked firmly around Priscilla's trembling waist, his chin held high, while his emerald eyes darkened into a chilling, abyss-like void. A microscopic fraction of the celestial dragon qi resting dormant within his meridians sti
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