Micah glanced around the auction hall, eyes half-lidded, posture loose as he greeted the big shots flocking to Clyde after realising who he was. In truth, every nerve in his body was stretched tight. He couldn't even pay attention to Gu Donghai's eagerness or Nabil Lobart's overly fake smiles.
He leaned slightly closer to Clyde, fingers still looped around his arm, playing the part of a relaxed companion while silently waiting for the prey to bite the bait.
He didn't see Noas yet. Instead, he heard the system.
Micah's breath caught mid-inhale. His grip on Clyde's arm tightened unconsciously, knuckles pressing into the fabric of Clyde's sleeve. The faint tension travelled up his wrist, into his shoulder, before he forced himself to loosen his fingers again.
"Host, greet job," a cold, robotic voice echoed inside his head. "After successfully encountering the four male leads, the system has collected enough points to generate the hidden information."
