After the price surpassed 1.5 billion, most buyers on the first floor fell silent.
This battle had thoroughly become a contest between a few private rooms.
A certain big shot from the East Coast called out 1.8 billion, and immediately someone upstairs raised it to 2 billion.
The gray-clad female voice from the west side followed with 2.3 billion.
There was no verbal exchange between the parties, only the auction paddles lighting up again and again, like bloodless knives lightly clashing in the air.
Duke saw Annabelle take a slight breath next to him. She hadn't moved, but was more focused than anyone else.
"3 billion."
The voice came from the northernmost corner room.
Cold and hoarse, like well water returning from deep underground.
Duke followed the voice, and that room had been quiet for several nights, as if no one had ever sat there.
Now, behind the half-covered curtain, only a narrow gray shadow was visible, the face unclear.
