Chapter 118

Nathan asked, his voice smooth and composed, "Do we have any more bids?" As always, he seamlessly switched between three global languages, adapting effortlessly as he introduced and managed the bidding process with unparalleled skill. This time, no one raised their paddle. Finally, the Guardian Pearl was sold at 2.31 billion dollars, the gavel falling with a decisive thud. The audience sat in awe. Witnessing a multi-billion-dollar auction item being sold was something few ever got to experience. This was a level of extravagance and drama only possible at Orange Crest Auction House. Zanzimar had truly earned its reputation as the meeting ground for the world's elite. "Now, ladies and gentlemen," Nathan said, his calm tone commanding immediate attention. "We move to the second centerpiece of tonight's auction. Please direct your attention to the screen." With a graceful wave of Nathan's hand, the lights dimmed. A soft, haunting chant filled the hall as the screen lit