A second line of text instantly materialized beneath the first.
[Classification: Living Assets.]
[Target Designation: Specimen Fourteen.]
Living Assets!
Specimen Fourteen!
Those two short lines completely confirmed everyone's wildest suspicions.
"I knew it! There really was something hidden!"
"They refused to admit it earlier. Why are they suddenly showing their hand now?"
"Did they finally cave because we caused such a massive scene?"
"To be classified by the system as the final addition, and to only be known by a number... what the hell is this thing?"
"Something more valuable than The A.W.S-0 Neural Stability Serum? How is that even possible?"
Countless gazes burned with raw, unchecked greed.
The entire room's curiosity was strung tight, hopelessly captivated by the simple designation, "Specimen Fourteen."
Inside the VIP suite, Nicholas's gaze shifted subtly as he read the glowing text on the screen.
He glanced down, catching sight of the woman in his arms. Her cool, lucid eyes were fixated on those striking red letters.
Her full lips slowly curved upward, inch by deliberate inch.
A devilish, wicked smirk blossomed across her stunning, pale features.
She looked exactly like a cunning predator, sitting back to watch her prey stumble blindly into a perfectly laid trap.
Right at that moment, Serena lifted her eyes to meet his, the smirk still playing on her lips.
Her smile was unapologetically brazen and utterly chaotic.
She looked right at Nicholas, her lips parting to silently mouth a few words.
And Nicholas read them perfectly.
—This is the real surprise.
Nicholas raised an eyebrow, his mind instantly flashing back to the two hours Serena had been absent from the suite.
Everything suddenly clicked into place.
Let alone a surprise final addition!
The Panacea's S-Rank Neural Repair Serum had been a sudden override from The Med-Tech Quarantine, but even that had come with advance notice so he could prepare.
But now...
He hadn't received a single warning about this.
The Lead Auctioneer practically crushed his earpiece against his head, keeping his voice to a frantic hiss. "What the hell is happening backstage?"
"Who authorized this addition? Why wasn't I informed?"
"What exactly is Specimen Fourteen?"
Through the static, he could only hear chaotic footsteps and a technician's panicked, trembling voice. "It wasn't us! Backstage didn't receive any new asset applications!"
"The Oracle-Alpha Auction Core suddenly bypassed us and added it automatically! We're trying to track the override right now!"
"But we can't find a single trace of the command logs!"
The Lead Auctioneer turned a ghastly shade of pale, his voice trembling with fury. "What do you mean, 'added automatically'? Without passing asset verification or getting my signature, how did it trigger the lift mechanism?!"
The voice on the other end sounded like they were on the verge of tears. "We... we don't know!"

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