Chapter 111

Nightfall arrived quickly, and Zanzimar glowed brightly under the vibrant lights. A dazzling light show illuminated the night sky at the top of Orange Crest Tower. The entire building shimmered in a kaleidoscope of colors, looking like a meticulously polished gem radiating brilliance. Standing at the foot of the tower, Whitney looked up in awe. The grandeur and majesty of the building left her speechless for a moment. She had heard countless stories about Orange Crest Auction House—their endless collection of treasures, their dealings in antiques, jewelry, and collectibles, and, of course, their infamous connection to the mysterious Black League, a network so wealthy and powerful that they rivaled the world's elite dynasties. Opportunities to attend such high-profile auctions were rare for her, and now that she was here, standing at the base of the iconic tower, she felt small—almost insignificant. This had to be a dream for so many people. Tonight, Whitney had dressed