CHAPTER 31
Author: ASTON CARTIER
last update2026-06-27 23:48:56

The doors of the Golden Lotus Auction House slammed shut as four heavily armored medics dragged the unconscious body of Quinn Cartier out of the main hall.

The silence left in the wake of the Cartier heir’s collapse was deafening. The capital’s elite, the dukes, guild masters, and aristocratic prodigies stared at the tinted glass of VIP Box Seven with absolute, unadulterated dread. They had just witnessed a financial execution.

Up in the VIP box, Yuchen casually popped another imported grape in
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