However, the auctioneer was an experienced veteran for a reason.
With just a few expertly chosen words, he yanked their attention violently back to the S-Rank serum.
After all, the existence of the secret cargo was still a completely unverified myth.
But the S-Rank serum sitting right in front of them was an undeniable reality.
Handcrafted by The Panacea herself!
A genuine lifesaver!
Seizing the momentum, the auctioneer aggressively slammed the gavel to open the bidding.
The moment the words left his mouth, the digital displays exploded into a frenzy.
In just a few short minutes, the initial asking price was obliterated, soaring exponentially higher.
And the numbers kept violently climbing.
It was painfully clear that an overwhelming number of buyers were desperate to secure the cure.
Up in the VIP suite, Serena reclined lazily in Nicholas's arms, her bright eyes tracking the skyrocketing figures.
The corners of her eyes crinkled with unadulterated delight.
Nicholas gazed down at her, a slow smile touching his lips. "Enjoying this?"
From the corner of her eye, Serena subtly clocked the cleverly hidden bug planted near the ceiling. Her smirk deepened, and she practically melted into his chest.
Her pale fingers traced lazy, tantalizing circles over his hard chest.
The movement was painfully seductive.
"Of course," she cooed, tilting her breathtaking face up with the smugness of a well-fed fox. "Who would ever complain about having too much money?"
Her tone was drenched in the blatant, shallow ecstasy of a gold digger.
She didn't hide a single drop of her greed.

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