Chapter 117

The bidding had soared to two billion dollars just like that. Did these people not treat money like it was real? Whitney was completely stunned. She sat frozen, her expression a mix of disbelief and confusion. Two billion dollars for a single item? Were these people insane? "Ladies and gentlemen, our bidder in Suite 206 has offered two billion dollars," Nathan's voice rang out, clear and steady, cutting through the hall's tension. His tone carried an effortless calm. Nathan's lips curved ever so slightly under his mask. It was a faint, almost imperceptible smile. Yet even that subtle gesture exuded an irresistible charm, leaving everyone in the hall mesmerized. "Do we have anyone else who'd like to bid?" he asked smoothly. "Tonight has truly been an extraordinary display of appreciation for art. Seeing all of you gathered here—such remarkable individuals—is a testament to the caliber of Zanzimar's elite." "2.1 billion!" The silence barely lasted before another voice