Chapter 47: One Minute Is Up
In the grand hall, Lakeman lounged lazily on the sofa, eyeing the auction managers before him. He gently set down the phone bug he had been holding.
Beside him stood the butler and the chief of the guard. More guards surrounded them, watching the management with wary eyes.
"..."
Hancock was also observing the auction staff, gently rubbing Lakeman's shoulders, her expression one of surprise. These significant figures were reduced to mere sycophants in front of the Celestial Dragon.
Lakeman accepted their subservience as if it were his birthright. Hancock struggled to reconcile the powerful figure before her with the boy who held her to sleep at night. They seemed like two completely different people.
'No, that's not right,' she thought, narrowing her eyes.
'There have been changes.' She couldn't pinpoint when it started, but Lakeman had begun displaying more of an aura of superiority—stern, deep, and domineering. At night, he had gradually become more condescending, and she had unknowingly started obeying this authority.
Lakeman's voice broke her thoughts.
"I'll give you a minute," he said, looking at the management. He picked up the teacup at hand and took a sip. This unique tea, sourced from the sea, had an extremely refreshing taste that he had fallen in love with at first sight.
"Yes!" The leader of the managers was overjoyed.
He wasn't afraid of Lakeman's cold attitude but feared not being given a chance to speak. Being allowed to speak meant there was room to explain. What they feared most was Lakeman ordering the guards to kill them without a word. Fortunately, the worst-case scenario did not materialize.