Phoebe's POV
The auction flew by. Each piece wrapped up quickly after hitting the stage. Brittany and Boyce caught sight of two artifacts they liked. After some competitive bidding, they snagged both pieces, with Alistair personally retrieving their wins from the back.
Harold had promised to cover their tab and delivered, sending Brittany into pure bliss. When she heard about the late-night meal afterward, she was practically bouncing in her seat. With zero resistance to gorgeous men, she agreed instantly.
Boyce looked ready to explode.
"What the hell? Has my face lost its magic already?" he muttered to himself.
As the auction wound down, most bidders clutched at least one or two treasures. When my target—the frostworm—finally appeared on stage, the competition had already thinned considerably.
Still, with a 3-million-dollar starting price, the frostworm pulled plenty of wealthy players into the game.
Rich men never think they have enough beautiful things.
"4 million!"
