The spotlight cut through the blueish hue of the room, glinting off the polished edges of the artifact that was now officially his.
A surge of murmurs s[read across the room… some were of admiration, some were of respect, but all eyes for at least a few seconds, lingered on the young man who had just dropped 6.5 million dollars like it was pocket change.
Valerie leaned back in her seat, her lip curling into a slow, knowing smile. "You really love making trouble, don't you?" she whispered with her voice dripping with amused disbelief.
Maximus didn't look at her, his gaze was now steered towards the auctioneer, his posture was relaxed but his jaw tight enough to flex the muscle along his cheek. "Sometimes, trouble makes profit," he murmured loud enough for her to hear. "If you know when to walk away… and when to double down."
