At the auction house.

The expressions on Matthew Flynn and Darren Flynn’s faces were utterly horrible.

After a long while, Matthew then asked, “Did he really transfer over five hundred and eighty million dollars?”

“Yes, he did. It’s in the account.”

“No, wait. The money’s been frozen!”

Darren’s expression changed frantically. This was not something that an ordinary person could do.

“He froze the money? It looks like our Consultant York has someone behind his back after all!”

Matthew’s look was as cold as ice.

“But no matter, someone is angrier about the situation than we are. Let’s just watch the show.”

***

Three days later, at the Gardens Residence.

A Mercedes Benz that had been parked for three whole days in a parking spot started up slowly. Two young people that looked extremely ordinary were inside the car.

Those two people could not even be distinguished if they were walking around a street full of people. Even the most advanced facial recognition systems might not rec