Chapter 126
Author: Cy Pen
last update2025-12-12 23:42:37

At that moment, hearing the authoritative voice of the man on the podium addressing the exclusive gathering, everyone in the auction hall literally adjusted themselves and seated properly.

The casual conversations and whispered speculations immediately ceased as the wealthy attendees focused their complete attention on the official proceedings about to commence.

Their respectful silence showed the tremendous regard and influence the Black family commanded even among the most powerful people in
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