The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 353

A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body

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This had to be the design of Steven and Ethan.

Noah hardly possessed the discretionary authority to waive such billing.

Musing over the gesture, Isabella quietly etched the kindness into her heart.

She gave a nod, “Open the box.

“I will transfer two million dollars.

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“Assign a dedicated steward to my original booth to place bids on my behalf–I assume that poses no issue?”

Her tone was cool and measured.

Since Noah had brought her here, leaving empty–handed would be impolite.

She intended to bid on a conventional curiosity, repaying their consideration in kind.

“Right away, miss.”

The steward was thrilled beyond measure, ecstatic to receive an unexpected million–dollar gratuity out of thin air.

As for whether house policy forbade proxy bidding, it certainly did not.

Guests called away unexpectedly often entrusted floor staff to execute proxy bids.

Yet none tipped with Isabella’s jaw–dropping generosity, tossing out a million dollars on a whim.

While the sum had to be logged into house accounts, their percentage cut after fees remained staggering.

Even after splits, the payout was an immense windfall.

Delight beamed across the steward’s face.

Isabella added in a calm cadence, “However, my sole stipulation is absolute discretion–under no circumstances will you disclose a single detail regarding my identity, no matter who comes asking.

“That will not be an issue, will it?”

At her warning, the steward answered solemnly, “Rest assured, miss–confidentiality is our house’s bedrock,

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“Having remitted the premium service fee, no party on earth will extract a syllable concerning your affairs.”

“Very well,” Isabella nodded, “Lead the way.”

She intended to settle into her newly commissioned private cubicle.

Leaving the original booth Noah reserved for the proxy steward’s use.

The steward would follow her remote instructions to execute bids on command.

The steward hurried ahead to guide her down the gallery.

Glancing at an attendant’s coat hanging on a nearby rack, Isabella remarked, “I’ll borrow this

coat for now.”

“Of course, miss–if it pleases you, the garment is yours to keep.”

The steward bowed with utmost deference.

They arrived at a secluded booth tucked deep in the rear tier.

The steward apologized softly, “Given your late reservation, only these remote cubicles remain available–I hope it causes no offense.”

“It’s fine,” Isabella gave a nonchalant nod.

Stepping inside, she dismissed the resident attendant.

The attendant bowed and withdrew into the hallway.

In truth, all floor attendants routinely vacated the booths once the gavel fell, barring staff from eavesdropping on private bidding.

After all, delicate backchannel negotiations could never be exposed before witnesses.

Shortly after she settled into the booth, the opening bell of the auction sounded.

Right then, a transmission chimed across her private intercom.

“Miss, I am stationed in Box 57–whenever a lot catches your eye, simply instruct me over this line.”

Isabella acknowledged with an impassive nod.

Internal intercom channels connecting the booths were standard operational procedure.

The system allowed floor management to coordinate seamlessly with individual attendants.

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Thus, Isabella found nothing unusual about the link.

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