Vincent’s expression grew darker as he focused on the young man. He now recognized him as the current leader of the Walsh family, the youngest to date, Langston Walsh. Even with his youthful face, his actions were ruthless, creating a sharp contrast to his appearance.
Even Katelyn, who was now somewhat accustomed to seeing bloody scenes, couldn’t help but feel shocked. She whispered, “Has the Walsh family become so powerful that they can behave so boldly in Granville?”
This was Granville, not Chaepstow. Langston displayed such bold behavior. Didn’t he worry about drawing unwanted attention?
Vincent looked over at Katelyn and pursed his lips.
“The Walsh family has a long legacy. The full scope of their wealth is unknown. Lately, they’ve been expanding into new medical areas.”
Katelyn nodded thoughtfully, choosing not to ask more. It was clear to her that the Walsh family was a powerful force. The upcoming auction promised to be eventful.
The bodyguards threw out the man with the broken hand, putting an end to the brief disturbance.
Just as Katelyn was turning her gaze away, she noticed that the paper in Langston’s hands had transformed into a paper crane. Langston displayed a gentle smile, pulling the crane’s tail to make its wings flutter, as though it was ready to fly.
Watching his actions now, he appeared nothing more than a carefree young boy.
Could a mere child really wreak such devastation with such calm? Katelyn concealed her astonishment. A mix of innocence and malevolence seemed like the perfect phrase to describe Langston. He followed his own impulses, ignoring established rules and systems. In chaotic times, he could rise to become a great leader. Yet in times of peace, he posed a clear threat.
Pushing these thoughts aside, Katelyn refocused on the auction stage. Without her noticing, Langston had put down the paper crane, his eyes settling on her with a flicker of curiosity. A slow smile formed on his lips.
“The game is on,” he thought.
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The emcee stepped up to the microphone, greeting the audience warmly, “Welcome to today’s auction. We have assembled numerous exceptional items, aiming for everyone to leave pleased.”
With the introductory speech complete, the first item was gradually presented on stage. Although Katelyn was surrounded by the starting bids, her interest in these items was minimal. She waited with patience for the highlight of the auction.
As the sixty-fifth item was introduced, Katelyn instinctively leaned forward, intrigued.
It all came down to Auction Item 65, a Spring Snow Herb—exactly what Katelyn needed right now.
The auctioneer stepped onto the stage, brimming with excitement, and said, “I know many of you have been anticipating this moment. This is the grand finale—the Spring Snow Herb! No need for long explanations; those who understand know its worth.”
Katelyn felt a surge of determination as she fixed her eyes on the stage. She had to get the Spring Snow Herb—no matter what!
“Ladies and gentlemen, bidding starts at ten million. Let the excitement begin!”
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