Not long after it got to Raymond and valentina turn nobody where paying them attention.
However the moment Raymond pulled out his card, the air in the auction hall shifted.
Silence.
It was abrupt, unnatural—as if the very walls were holding their breath.
Every movement paused, every whisper died, every gaze locked onto the small, unassuming piece of plastic in Raymond's hand.
A red card.
Just red—no markings, no symbols, no tiers.
And yet…
Without a word, the security guards straightened, their expressions shifting into something dangerously close to reverence.
One of them, an older man with years of experience in dealing with the wealthiest individuals in the world, bowed his head slightly before signaling another guard.
"This way, sir."
His voice held no hesitation. No questioning.
He didn't even ask to confirm Raymond's identity—as if the card itself had already done all the talking.
