The auction commenced.
The host stood at the podium.
"Welcome, distinguished guests."
After a brief introduction, the first lot was presented—a sapphire brooch.
The second item followed swiftly—an exquisite antique tea set.
Sophia Sullivan tilted her head slightly.
She had an eye for jewelry.
"These first two are just warm-up pieces."
Ethan Sullivan nodded in agreement.
"The real treasures come later."
His tone suggested intimate familiarity with auction protocols.
The third lot was brought out with ceremony.
The auctioneer, clad in white gloves, carefully unveiled an ancient sword.
"A millennium-old ceremonial blade, once used in royal rituals."
Its jade-green surface gleamed under the lights.
Isabella Robinson's eyes brightened.
"Is that a female general engraved on the hilt?"
She reached for her bidding paddle—
Until a voice cut through from the back rows.
"Five million."
Isabella froze.
The bid quintupled the starting price.
She withdrew her paddle.
No collectible was worth such extravagance.
All eyes turned toward the mystery bidder.
The auctioneer repeated the offer thrice before the gavel fell.
"Sold! Congratulations, Mr. Chamberlain."
Sophia studied the buyer.
Murmurs rippled through the crowd.
"Who's this tycoon?"
"Money to burn?"
Victoria Chamberlain rose gracefully.
"I represent A-City's Parkour Competition Committee."
She smiled at the assembly.
"This will be our championship trophy."
Sophia's fingers tapped the armrest.
A-City had never hosted parkour events.
Ethan arched an eyebrow.
"Five million for publicity? Quite the statement."
Rare intrigue flickered across his features.