Under the guise of going to the bathroom, Azriel left the VIP room with Oliver, leaving Nol and Jasmine behind. Absurdly enough, the bidding was still ongoing—now reaching a hundred billion Velts, with only a handful of players still in the game.
Azriel walked a step behind Oliver, who marched ahead with a straight back and a stern expression. Even so, Azriel couldn't help the slight curve of his lips.
How convenient.
A leak in the guest list. A rumor that the Nebula King himself desired the fake Divine Wings. The amount of money this auction would rake in tonight... would be insane. So insane, in fact, that Oscar would retire, and Oliver would soon become the new master of the Cake Auction House.
How very convenient.
Then, without warning, Azriel came to a halt.
Oliver stopped as well, turning around with a puzzled look.
"Your Highness, is something wrong?"
Azriel shook his head.
