Chapter 54

In a matter of seconds, the once quiet room was filled with hushed whispers and weird glances, all thrown in Bellatrix's direction. However, none of them mattered to her. From where she stood on the stage, she stared straight at Cillian who held her stare, an unreadable expression on his face. What would you do this time around, Cillian? She wondered, observing and waiting for a reaction that never came. Beside her, the Emcee crept closer, reaching out to touch her shoulder with a tentative moment. "You're...you're not selling?" She asked, wanting to clarify if what she had just heard was indeed what Astrix had said. Nodding, Bellatrix looked over her shoulder, flashing the confused Emcee a gentle smile. "That's right. I'm not going to be selling this piece. And since it seems only the gentlemen over there are capable of purchasing it, this piece is no longer going to be part of the auction, please withdraw it." The whispers in the room doubled. "Are you sure about this?" "Of course,"