Castro's face continued to redden as he struggled to regain his composure. "You... you can't speak to me like that! Do you know who I am?"
"You've already told us," I replied calmly. "And we still don't care."
The security guard cleared his throat awkwardly. "Sir, ma'am, about the verification of assets..."
Isabelle smiled faintly and pulled out her phone. "One moment," she said, stepping away to make a call.
Castro seized the opportunity, leaning toward the guard. "Don't waste your time. These two are clearly frauds trying to crash the auction."
I stood silently, watching Isabelle speak quietly into her phone. Her posture remained elegant and assured, not a hint of worry in her demeanor. Within thirty seconds, she ended the call and walked back to us.
"That should take care of it," she said simply.
Almost immediately, the guard's earpiece buzzed. His eyes widened slightly as he listened to whatever message came through. His attitude shifted visibly as he nodded toward us.
