"The auction...Has already ended."
Light's calm voice echoed softly through the auditorium.
Old Krause slowly turned toward him.
Confusion spread across his face.
"What do you mean?"
Without answering, the elderly man reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
His fingers quickly typed a short message before sending it.
Light merely watched.
Then he smiled.
"Don't bother, Mr. Krause."
"You won't get anything."
Old Krause looked up.
The confidence in Light's voice unsettled him.
Around them...
The whispers only became louder.
"What exactly is happening?"
"I saw Anzo barely an hour ago."
"So where is he now?"
"Did he lose his nerve?"
"Did he change his mind?"
"This has never happened before."
Every guest looked toward the entrance.
Everyone expected Anzo Fischer to appear at any moment.
Instead...
A member of the Krause staff hurried onto the stage.
He approached Johanna and whispered something into her ear.
