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Chapter 19: The sovereign bidding war
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The grand ballroom of the Hôtel de Paris fell into a hushed, expectant silence as the deep chime of a bronze gong echoed beneath the crystal chandeliers. Hundreds of international elite—Middle Eastern oil tycoons, European royalty, and hedge fund billionaires—settled into their plush velvet seats. At the center of the raised mahogany stage stood the chief auctioneer, wearing an immaculate white tie and crisp white gloves, his wooden gavel resting beside a crystal podium.

​Behind him, two white-
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