The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 352

“Every single guest gets an enclosed private box.

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“Not sprawling VIP suites like conventional galas, mind you, but private partitioned cubicles lined side by side, walled off.”

Turning to Isabella, Noah added, “Our booths are right next to each other.”

Handing her a brass token, he said, “You’re Box 57, and I’m Box 56.”

Isabella nodded gently.

She accepted the matte–black token, stamped with the numeral 57 in formal script.

Pocketing the marker, Isabella arched a brow and asked, “Does entering this elite salon require specific clearance?”

Noah nodded in affirmation, “Either formal backing from prominent local dynasties, like our family, or ungodly amounts of liquid capital.”

Nodding toward an intake vestibule nearby, he explained, “Pass proof–of–funds verification over there with a hundred million dollars, and you get a token to enter.

“It must be cleared cash liquidity, strictly excluding asset collateral.”

That threshold alone weeded out the vast majority of applicants.

What was more, this private salon remained unlisted to the public.

Those in the loop were either currently entrenched in power or hailed from former nobility.

Consignors approached directly by the house scouts were an exception, of course.

Many sellers never even grasped the nature of the venue, knowing only that it cleared auctions with guaranteed, untainted cash.

Isabella turned the details over in her thoughts..

The two stepped through the heavy doors into the main auction hall.

Just as Noah described, partitioned viewing cubicles lined the gallery, each furnished with plush armchairs, fine confections, and gourmet refreshments.

Attentive stewards stood quietly by to cater to every need.

Isabella’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Picking up the leather–bound catalog on the console, she glanced through the lots before

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Pivoting on her heel, she walked straight back out the door.

“Pardon me, miss–you wish to undergo liquidity verification to open an independent box?”

The reception steward at the financial desk asked in bewilderment.

“Yes,” Isabella answered coolly.

“Does your club not permit entry upon verified liquidity?

“I require asset verification to commission an additional private box.”

“Well…” the steward hesitated, looking thoroughly conflicted.

The velvet mask on Isabella’s face signaled that she was already an authorized patron of the house.

For an existing guest to demand a separate, secondary cubicle…

This was a scenario the intake desk had never encountered before.

Noting his hesitation, Isabella remarked calmly, “I assumed your house operates on commercial terms.

“I will provide the funds.

“Is there any house protocol my request violates?

“My current booth was hardly allocated free of charge, was it?

“What prevents me from commissioning another?”

Isabella reasoned that an exclusive private salon of this nature never handed out seating casually.

Though Noah had framed the trip as a casual outing, he–or the Wayne family–had almost certainly paid handsomely for access.

Likely, Steven and Ethan worried she was fretting over a birthday gift, prompting Noah to bring her along to spare her anxiety.

The steward looked somewhat flustered beneath her level gaze.

Lowering his voice, he admitted, “Indeed, miss, your request breaches no rules.

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