Only an idiot would fail to understand what was happening. Ethan leaned back slightly in his chair, his fingers tapping slowly against the armrest while his thoughts moved rapidly.
His eyes stayed on the stage, but his mind was clearly elsewhere, trying to figure out the source of this trouble. "Who the hell is it…" he muttered quietly, his brows knitting together.
He could not remember offending anyone to such an extent. That was what made this situation even more strange and unsettling.
There was no clear enemy, no obvious person who would go this far just to oppose him again and again. Unless there was something he had missed.
Just as that thought began forming in his mind, the auctioneer's voice cut through the air and pulled him back to reality.
"The seventy-fifth item… one kilogram of Star Dust Essence." The moment those words were spoken, the entire hall stirred.
