The corners of his lips quirked up imperceptibly.
Serena maintained eye contact for only a brief second before looking away, continuing toward the top-tier suites without breaking her stride.
It was as though she had merely glanced at a stranger by accident.
But that fleeting exchange was more than enough.
Serena kept walking toward the VIP area.
As she passed one of the top-floor suites, she noticed the door wasn't fully closed.
Through the crack, she could easily spot the man sitting on the sofa.
He wore a perfectly tailored dark suit, exuding an air of refined elegance and gentle composure.
Even seated in this black-market auction—a place overflowing with greed, slaughter, and blood—he maintained a noble poise that felt entirely out of place.
He was absentmindedly thumbing the bidding button on the console.
It looked as though he were nothing more than a well-behaved buyer participating in the auction.
And just as Serena walked past the door.
The man inside happened to look up.
Their eyes met briefly in the air.
For just a fraction of a second, before they both looked away simultaneously.
Neither of their expressions betrayed any unnecessary emotion.
Serena didn't pause her steps, simply continuing her steady pace forward.
And the man inside the suite... was the world's top arms dealer, Joker.
Julian's expression remained neutral. He continued to lean lazily against the sofa, watching the auction stage ahead.
He made it seem as if The Panacea had merely walked past his door by chance on her way back to The Sterling Sovereign's suite.
But only the two of them knew the truth.
That single glance was enough to convey everything.
The path for Asset 14 had been perfectly paved.
The Panacea hadn't blown her cover.

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