"One point three eight billion dollars!"
The auctioneer's voice thundered through the grand hall.
"One point three eight billion, going once!"
"One point three eight billion, going twice!"
"One point three eight billion, for the third and final time!"
"Sold!"
As the gavel smashed down, the freshly synthesized S-Rank Neural Repair Serum officially belonged to Dante Varga for an earth-shattering 1.38 billion dollars.
Deafening applause ripped through the venue.
Over a billion dollars for a single vial of medicine was a frankly absurd level of luxury.
Even for the unfathomably wealthy tycoons aboard Project Zero-Transit, that was not an amount they could casually throw away.
And yet, everyone knew the serum was absolutely worth it.
Inside the VIP suite.
Serena stared at the final payout on the screen, her cold, beautiful eyes literally sparkling with glee.
Leaning back against Nicholas, she drummed her fingers lazily across his chest, a nonchalant smirk curling her red lips. "It seems Mr. Varga knows exactly how to spend his money."
Nicholas looked down at her, his dark eyes brimming with his usual limitless indulgence. "Satisfied?"
Serena's smirk deepened, and she tugged lightly at his collar. "Mr. Sovereign, did you forget what I said? Every single penny from this auction is going toward a massive surprise for my Patron."
"So... shouldn't I be the one asking if you are satisfied?"
Nicholas caught her hand against his chest, bringing it to his mouth to press a gentle kiss to her knuckles.
"Immensely." His gaze was intoxicatingly dark, a pleased smile playing at his lips. "Beyond satisfied."
Serena jutted her chin, looking incredibly smug about her hard work. "Well, you'd better be. I went through a lot of trouble to make you happy."


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