Ethan followed the crowd, entering the auction.

Before it started, he could hear noisy and vehement exclamations.

"I heard that there's a beauty tonight."

"I heard that too, that there's something good."

"It's so boring these days. We're going to reach the land soon. Shouldn't we seize the chance to play something big?"

Everyone present was wearing a mask, and beneath those masks were hideous faces.

Not long after Ethan seated himself, someone approached him. "Mr. Irving?"

With his legs crossed, Ethan exuded the aura of a big shot. He no longer wore the meek facade he had put up when Olivia was around.

"That's me." His murderous aura alone was enough to make one distance themselves from him.

"Here's a letter for you."

The content was written in the same handwriting. After Ethan read the letter, Joshua noticed the veins protruding from the back of Ethan's hands.

It was obviously ire.

"My superior has said the word. If you reject this, you'll see both of them becoming someon