The top-level box, symbolizing the most prestigious identity.
Serena Everett leaned lazily on the sofa, her long, straight legs casually crossed together, displaying a typical boss-like posture.
She took out her phone and sent a message in the group chat of The Netherworld Syndicate.
[Continue investigating, find out more about that rising new force in Ystoria.]
The power of The Netherworld Syndicate in Ystoria had not been engaged, and she had never had any conflict with that new force, yet they sent assassins after her. It was very odd.
She must find out the truth about this.
The Netherworld Syndicate: [Understood, Alliance Hierarch, but that new force is incredibly mysterious, clearing everything about them will take time.]
Serena frowned slightly, [Investigate it with the fastest speed possible, I’ll give you at most half a month.]
The Netherworld Syndicate: [Alliance Hierarch, half a month is really short... but there is another way...]
Serena got straight to the point: [Speak.]
The Netherworld Syndicate: [Alliance Hierarch, Ystoria is the territory of The Midnight Syndicate. If they are willing to help, the information on that emerging power can be quickly clarified...]
The Netherworld Syndicate: [Ahem... However, our Netherworld Syndicate has never gotten along with The Midnight Syndicate; there are quite a few grievances. If we want their help, Alliance Hierarch, you must bow and concede to the leader of The Midnight Syndicate...]
Serena’s beautiful, fox-like eyes narrowed dangerously, her delicate brows and eyes full of an irritable aura, looking particularly unapproachable.
Make her bow to The Midnight Syndicate? Not a chance!
"What’s wrong, kiddo?"
The man’s deep, magnetic voice sounded leisurely in her ear, inexplicably smoothing out her irritation.
Serena shook her head at him, not intending to involve him, but the next second, she felt her waist tighten, and she was pulled into the man’s wide and warm embrace.
"Baby, your brother said before, if there’s anything, you can come to me. I’ll handle everything for you."
Damian Quinn’s gaze seriously and intently settled on her, his words inexplicably convincing.
A warmth surged in Serena’s heart, and she reached out her pale arms to hook around the man’s neck, nodding obediently, "Mm, I know."
This matter is too complicated, involving several forces. She didn’t want to drag him into it, and she could handle it herself.
Seeing the little girl still unwilling to speak, Damian Quinn’s gaze deepened a little, but he didn’t continue to probe, worried it might upset her.
Sitting on his lap, Serena shifted uncomfortably, "Let me down."
But just as she moved slightly, the force on her waist tightened suddenly, and the man’s low, husky voice sounded in her ear.
"Be good, stop fidgeting."
The beloved little girl was in his arms; if she kept squirming, he might not be able to restrain himself...
Damian Quinn forced himself to shift his attention, picking up the lychee he had just peeled for her, offering it to her lips.
Serena naturally took a bite, enjoying the man’s pampering, forgetting for a moment about getting down from his lap.
The auction had already begun, with the first item being a Fishbone Green Velvet Flower. Its appearance was both beautiful and exotic, a rare plant with a significant price, known as the "Gold" of the plant world.
Damian Quinn gave a look, and Chase Sherman immediately understood, quickly raising his paddle to start bidding.
Serena raised her pretty eyes to look at him, "Why bid for this?"
He didn’t seem like someone who liked flowers and plants.
Damian Quinn’s beautiful hands, like works of art, gently stroked her waist, his lazy voice carrying a hint of amusement.
Serena couldn’t help but curl her red lips; he really had her parents’ preferences down pat!
Quickly, the price rose from two million to five million, and no one dared to compete, allowing Damian Quinn to successfully secure it.
The second item was an antique piece, which Damian remembered Ivan liked, so with a big gesture, he won it for eight million.
Other items that followed were also all taken down by Damian Quinn.
Standing aside, Chase Sherman couldn’t help but silently lament in his heart, judging by Master Damian’s momentum today, it seemed he intended to claim the entire auction! Leaving no one else with a bidding experience!
Master Damian really would do anything to gain the favor of his future father and mother-in-law!
"Finally, we arrive at today’s grand finale – the Violet Kiss!"
As the auctioneer’s words fell, the Violet Kiss Necklace was displayed in front of everyone.
The necklace was crafted from Platinum, with a pendant showcasing a butterfly shape, set with rare Purple Gemstones and adorned with diamonds, making the entire necklace mysterious and elegant, utterly stunning, making it impossible for anyone to avert their gaze.
The auctioneer’s voice sounded again, "Everyone, the Violet Kiss Necklace is best suited for gifting to someone cherished, symbolizing she is deeply loved!"
"The starting price for Violet Kiss is five hundred and twenty million!"
The price took the crowd by surprise.
"Oh my, the starting price is already five hundred and twenty million, far too expensive!"
"Who says it’s not, but it’s truly beautiful!"
"I wonder who will win the Violet Kiss Necklace today!"
In the top-level box, the man lowered his head, approaching the little girl in his arms, his deep, lazy voice sounded leisurely and unhurried.
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Serena nodded lazily, "Mm, it’s alright."
She originally had little interest in jewelry, but the Violet Kiss Necklace was indeed stunning.
Damian Quinn exuded a relaxed posture but emitted a noble aura as he casually cast his gaze downward, looking tenderly at the little girl in his arms.
"Your brother will bid for it on your behalf."
Aside from his little girl, no one else deserved this Violet Kiss Necklace.
Thus, this necklace rightfully belonged to his little girl.
In another top-level box.
Elliot Everett sat upright on the sofa, his expression not looking too great, as the items he had his eye on were taken away by Box No. 1.
The other items could be missed, but today’s auction finale – the Violet Kiss, he absolutely had to bid for as a gift for Serena!
Watching Box No. 1 constantly increasing the bid, Elliot adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a sharp look in his eyes.
"Go and put pressure on Box No. 1."
The assistant standing beside him immediately responded respectfully, "Yes, President Everett."
But soon, the assistant returned with a difficult expression.
"President Everett, the people in Box No. 1 are extremely arrogant, and the bodyguards at the door wouldn’t even let me in, blatantly disregarding you!"
In Imperia, aside from the Quinn Family, the Everett Family was most illustrious, and the elite families all showed respect to them; never before had they encountered someone who didn’t show them face!
Upon hearing this, a deeper coldness appeared in Elliot’s eyes, sending chills down one’s spine, "Come, I’ll personally make the trip."
"Yes, President Everett."