Chapter 88: The Arrogant One’s Defeat and the Awakening of Ancient Wisdom

Desmond gripped the bidding paddle so tight his knuckles went white.

This man, known in New York's upper circles as "the Master" — a respected authority on the occult — stood there pale-faced, tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

His assistant leaned in and whispered, "Master, our account...

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