Chapter 141: Earning Nine Million Gold Coins

As the final applause fades and the last attendants begin to file out of the grand auction hall, a hush of reverence lingers in the air—like the afterglow of a storm. The chandeliers above still shimmer, catching the flicker of movement below as staff begin their careful cleanup.

Cedric Langston, ever composed, descends from the auction platform and strides through the grand corridors of Silvercrest, a small lacquered case tucked securely under one arm. He passes through velvet-curtained halls and up to the VVIP lounge.

Two guards bow and part without question.

Inside, Alix stands near the tall arched window, bathed in soft amber light. To the others, he appears a young noble of calm presence, his posture refined, his expression unreadable. But beneath the illusion lies something far more monstrous. A predator draped in elegance.

Draya sit next time him, her hands folded neatly in front of her, eyes watching Cedric's approach with interest.