2026-08-11 20:33:52Chapter 7
The grand stage of the White House International Auction hall lit up with intense blue spotlights as four armed guards carefully carried out a glass pillar. Encased inside was a rare, polished obsidian band holding a shimmering, dark jewel that seemed to absorb every ray of light in the room. The Black Diamond Jade Ring. A collective gasp ran through the sea of wealthy attendees. Millionaires, foreign investors, and local aristocrats leaned forward in their soft velvet seats, their eyes wide with greed. The chief auctioneer adjusted his silk tie and tapped his wooden gavel against the podium. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the crown jewel of tonight's event. The historic Black Diamond Jade Ring. Bidding for this priceless masterpiece will start at ten million dollars." Before anyone else could raise a paddle, Julian stood up right from the central VIP row. He puffed out his chest, turning around to face the entire hall with a smirk on his face. "20 million dollars!" Julian shouted, his voice echoing loudly through the sound system. The crowd began to whisper in shock. Jumping from ten million straight to twenty million was a massive show of force. Julian adjusted his designer suit jacket and gestured toward his father, Governor Thomas, who sat beside him with his armsBlackwoodsed, looking smug and calm. "I suggest everyone save their breath!" Julian announced arrogantly, glaring back toward the dark corners of the hall. "My father, the Governor, has officially placed the full financial backing of the state treasury behind this bid! Anyone who dares to bid against the Governor's office is committing economic treason against this city! Nobody here can outbid us!" Sandra sat right next to Julian, her eyes shining with pride. She looked at Julian as if he were a king standing on a mountain of gold. She casually glanced back toward the emergency exits, tossing her head with a cruel sneer. She wanted to make sure Liam saw what real power looked like. She wanted him to feel the crushing weight of his own insignificance as he sat on that creaky, broken piece of firewood. The auctioneer cleared his throat nervously, looking toward the Governor's row. "We have twenty million dollars from the Governor's office. Going once... going twice..." "One hundred million dollars." A deep, calm, and steady voice sliced through the heavy silence of the auditorium. It did not come from the front row. It did not come from the luxury glass balconies on the second floor. It came from the very back of the hall, near the smelling trash bins and the emergency fire doors. The entire auditorium went dead silent. Hundreds of heads snapped back simultaneously. There, sitting quietly on the broken wooden chair with a cracked leg, holding his little daughter securely on his lap, was Liam. He had not even raised a fancy bidding paddle. He simply held up one single finger, his face cold and emotionless. Julian froze. His face went from flushed red to ghostly pale in less than a second. Sandra nearly choked on her breath, staring at her ex-husband in absolute disbelief. The surrounding billionaires began to murmur like a disturbed swarm of bees. "Did he just say one hundred million dollars ?” "Is that guy insane? He's sitting on a broken chair!" "One hundred million dollars in cash? That's impossible!" Julian took three heavy steps down the aisle, his finger pointing wildly at Liam. "You filthy fraud!" Julian screamed, his voice cracking with rage. "Auctioneer, ignore this beggar! He is lying! He doesn't have one hundred million dollars! He doesn't even have one hundred dollars in his bank account! He is sitting on a broken piece of trash because he is a homeless church rat! Call security and shoot him for disturbing a state transaction!" Governor Thomas stood up slowly, his dark eyes fixed on Liam with lethal irritation. "Chief of Police," the Governor ordered coldly, "arrest that boy for financial fraud and public disruption immediately." "Wait!" A sharp, authoritative voice boomed from the side entrance of the main stage. The heavy doors swung open, and Old Blackwoods walked out onto the wooden platform. He was wearing a tailor-made charcoal suit, his expression hardened like steel. Walking right beside him was a tall man in a dark blue coat, holding a thick leather briefcase stamped with the official gold seal of the Supreme Banking Authority. The moment Governor Thomas saw the man beside Mr. Anderson, his knees buckled slightly, and his arrogant demeanor shattered. "That's... that's Chairman Vance of the Federal Reserve!" someone in the front row gasped. Mr. Anderson did not even glance at the Governor. He stepped up directly to the auctioneer's podium, taking the microphone into his hands. "I am Mr Anderson , Chief Executive Trustee of the Blackwoods Syndicate," Old Blackwoods declared, his voice ringing across every corner of the vast room. "I am here to verify the one hundred million dollar cash bid made by our Supreme Young Master, Liam!" Julian rushed toward the stage, his eyes wide with hysterical rage. "That's a lie! That's a scam! Check his accounts! He is a broke, useless housemaid! He lived inSandra's house for three years eating leftovers!" Chairman Vance stepped forward, opening his leather briefcase and pulling out a stack of red-sealed legal documents. He looked down at Julian with pure disgust. "Julian," Chairman Vance said in a stern, booming voice. "At the command of Young Master Liam, the Federal Reserve has conducted a full audit of your father's state treasury accounts as of five minutes ago." Chairman Vance pulled out an official electronic tablet and pressed a single button. "Due to severe financial corruption, illegal land seizures, and police bribery, every single bank account belonging to Governor Thomas, his family, and his administration has been frozen by federal order!" Chairman Vance announced loudly. "Their assets are currently set at zero!" Governor Thomas staggered back, his face completely drained of color as his phone began to ring uncontrollably with frantic calls from state auditors. Chairman Vance then turned his cold gaze toward Celia, who was standing frozen in the middle of the aisle. "Furthermore," Chairman Vance continued, "Celia's company,Blackwoods-Town Corporate, has been operating on twenty million dollars of private debt backed entirely by shell corporations owned by Young Master Liam. Since she has failed to meet her debt obligations and insulted her benefactor, those loans have been recalled instantly.Blackwoods-Town Corporate is hereby liquidated! Every asset, building, and account belonging to Celia is being seized right now to satisfy her debts!" Sandra’s handbag fell out of her hands, spilling her expensive lipstick and compact mirror onto the cold floor. Her head spun so fast she had to grab onto a nearby chair to keep from collapsing. "No... no, that's impossible!" Sandra whimpered, her voice trembling violently. "My company... my millions... my reputation!" Old Blackwoods tapped a black card against the electronic auction terminal on the stage. A bright green light flashed, and a loud bell chimed over the speakers. TRANSACTION APPROVED: $100,000,000.00 PAID IN FULL. "The Black Diamond Jade Ring now belongs entirely to Young Master Liam!" Old Blackwoods declared proudly. "His private line of credit is unlimited and absolute!" The entire room exploded into wild shouting and gasps of shock. Billionaires looked toward the back of the room with absolute terror, realizing that the man they had mocked and forced to sit on a broken chair was actually the supreme titan who controlled the entire region's wealth. Julian backed away, clutching his head with both hands, looking like a madman who had lost his senses. "It's a set up!" Julian screamed at the top of his lungs, pointing hysterically at the stage and then at Liam. "It's all a trap! It's a set up! This whole thing is fake! They hired actors! They bribed the Federal Chairman! He is just a beggar! He is playing a sick trick on us!" Sandra stumbled backward toward Julian, her face pale, her eyes wild with complete denial as she looked at Liam sitting calmly in the dark corner. "I agree with Julian!" sandra shrieked, her voice high and ragged as she pointed a shaking finger at Liam. "This is all a big lie! My husband is just a useless house boy! He couldn't even afford to buy a wrap of gum for our daughter without begging me for pocket money! He is a fake!"
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