The auction’s pace remained steady and the competition was fierce. Lots after lots were showcased and many of them caught the attendees’ interest. Particularly, the Radiant Herb, a highly valued and sought-after item, had been auctioned off for an astronomical amount exceeding 500,000 CPs. Amon, despite his strong desire for the herb, chose not to compete due to its price.

As he pondered over the decisions he made, a knock sounded at the door. As it opened, an auction staff member stepped in. His serious gaze and stiff posture contrasted with the bubbly atmosphere of the VIP room.

“My apologies for the interruption,” the staff began formally, “but the guest from VIP room 1 has sent a gift specifically for Mr. Amon Tang.”

Amon, who usually remained impassive and composed, raised an eyebrow in subtle surprise. He resembled one of those CEOs of large corporations who, even in the face of the most unusual circumstances, barely changed their facial expression.

Mabel let out a muffled giggle, “Oh, it seems someone here has a secret admirer!”

Julia chimed in, teasingly: “Or maybe, an enemy trying to reconcile?”

Bianca, ever the most sensible, pondered: “Let’s not jump to conclusions. It might just be a goodwill gesture.”

Flavia, however, kept her sharp gaze. “In the world, gestures rarely come without ulterior motives,” she murmured.

And Ariel, intrigued, asked: “The question is, what’s inside the gift?”

Driven by curiosity, Amon carefully opened the package and, to his astonishment, found the Radiant Herb among the items. “I appreciate the gift, but could you tell me who sent this?” Amon asked.

The staff member, somewhat embarrassed, responded: “I’m sorry, Mr. Tang, but I can’t reveal the identity. The person wore a veil that completely hide their face.” With that said, the staffer bowed briefly and exited.

Everyone was left in a state of bewilderment. Flavia, with all her experience, had never witnessed such an event. The total value of the gifts sent to Amon was astronomical, even surpassing the Luminous Jade.

The atmosphere was thick with speculation and questions. “Who could this mysterious person be?”, “What’s the purpose behind such a generous gift?”, “Could it be that person?” These were just a few of the questions looming in everyone’s mind in the VIP room.

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After over an hour of bidding, a sense of satisfaction permeated the VIP room where Amon and the girls were situated. The outlines of satisfaction were evident in the relaxed expressions and restrained gestures of contentment. Amon, feeling the need to stretch after sitting for so long, made a slight movement resulting in audible pops that echoed through the silent ambiance.

Despite the evening’s satisfaction, Amon’s mind was partially occupied by the intriguing question of the mysterious gifts. He was no naive man. He knew that gifts of this caliber might carry hidden intentions. However, Amon was also firm in his beliefs: he would not return the gifts. Moreover, he wouldn’t feel indebted or compelled to do something in return. After all, he hadn’t asked for such generosity.

The shadow of his grandparents loomed in his thoughts. Was it possible that the gifts were somehow connected to them? Even without knowing their whereabouts, the image of his grandparents grew larger in his mind. The more Amon advanced in strength and wisdom, the more he recognized the greatness of the family elders.

The teachings he received about creating medicinal baths, which at first seemed trivial, were now understood in their complexity and depth. Every time he delved into the books or encountered a tricky question that only his grandparents could answer, Amon realized that they, with their vast wisdom, always had a ready response. That night, beyond the auction acquisitions, Amon also discovered a renewed respect and admiration for his grandparents and his roots.

While Amon tried to share his intricate knowledge about creating medicinal baths with Bianca and the other girls, he realized there was a chasm of understanding between them. It wasn’t a matter of intellectual capability; it was merely a lack of familiarity with the subject. What seemed like basic wisdom to him appeared vast and profound to the others. At that moment, gratitude for his grandparents swelled in his chest. He truly began to understand the privilege of being raised by them, immersed in their love and knowledge.

This sentiment only reinforced his burning desire to become an Overlord. He yearned for this evolution not just for power, but also in the hope of reuniting with his grandparents. Amon sensed there were intricate reasons keeping them apart. Perhaps they were on a secret mission, or maybe they were in disguise to avoid detection. They might be protecting him, avoiding personal encounters so his true origin wouldn’t be unraveled. This possibility weighed on his heart but also drove him on his journey to become even stronger.

Amon pondered the reasons for his grandparents’ distance, feeling deep down he was close to the truth, even without concrete evidence.

Meanwhile, Bianca turned to Flavia and, with a friendly tone, inquired, “Flavia, how about joining us for a meal?”

Having spent over an hour in her company, most of it in silence due to the auction, Bianca felt a connection forming and hoped to strengthen that bond. Flavia, in turn, considered for a moment. With a slight smile, she nodded in agreement, replying, “It would be rude of me to decline.”

Securing the highest bid for the Luminous Jade had given her a particular joy, and the idea of celebrating that triumph was on her mind. And as she well knew, certain celebrations are best enjoyed in the company of others.

Amon and the girls, with determined steps and occasional chatter, made their way out, leaving behind the buzz of the auction room.

Approaching their destination, the soft lights from Bianca’s restaurant began to illuminate their faces, revealing an inviting atmosphere. The architecture and ambiance of the place reflected the exclusivity and sophistication that belonged to its owner.

Upon entering, they were led to Bianca’s private area. For Flavia, this was her first time here. The warm reception and the exquisite decor made her feel welcomed.

Bianca, always meticulous, had planned everything in advance. No sooner had they settled than the waiters began serving a sequence of refined dishes, the best the restaurant had to offer, showcasing the hostess’s hospitality and good taste. 𝒷𝒹ℴ𝓿𝓁.𝓬𝓸𝓂

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