"3800!" a young noble scion suddenly stood up, seemingly unable to contain his impatience.
While raising his bid card, he looked around, trying to identify which family was not showing him respect.
As his gaze swept over the crowd and landed on a box to the upper right of the second floor, the color drained from his face upon seeing the bidding beautiful woman, particularly when he noticed the black-haired young man beside her. He immediately sat back down obediently, coughed, and said,
"Cough! Let me straighten my clothes..."
"3900! We have a guest bidding 3900, is there a higher offer?" shouted the chief auctioneer upon noticing the beautiful woman raising her bid again.
Nobles looked at this scene with curiosity. It was extremely rare for someone to rebuff the eldest son of Viscount Hamadi this way, prompting everyone to look towards the source.
Ah! It turned out to be Baron Iron Hammer!
The bidder was Lady Crawley, no wonder...