At that moment The murmurs in the room grew frantic, like a wildfire consuming dry grass.
"A red card? Do they even accept that?"
"I've never seen one before—who even carries a red card?"
Confusion turned into disbelief, and disbelief turned into frustration. Some shook their heads, unable to wrap their minds around the situation. Others, those with deeper pockets and higher influence, found themselves growing restless.
"Why would the organizers even allow a red card? What does it mean?"
No one had an answer.
Meanwhile, Dorian Lancaster still seated rigidly, his jaw tightening as irritation flickered in his eyes. He had never imagined he would have to compete, let alone be put in a position where his authority was questioned.
At that moment his fingers drummed lightly on the armrest, his mind was calm.
Then, in an almost imperceptible movement, he leaned forward whispering to his representative to bid.
"Thirty-five million."
