Shortly, after the auction room was completely filled, Odette got up from her seat while indicating Dennis to remain at his place. Going down the stairs, Odette stepped over to one of the servers and whispered something into his ears.
The server looked at Odette nervously. Nonetheless, that menacing atmosphere around her made him meekly nod. Odette sneakily handed over something to him before going back to her position.
Dennis barely caught a glimpse of the item, but being able to make his guess, he voiced out, "Is that—"
Odette winked at him and placed her finger on her lips.
"Hush."
Odette's finger tapped against the railing in a constant motion while her eyes stared at the crowd. Boredom was present in them. But when she noticed the server handing over the drink to a certain masked individual, the corner of her lips curved up.
She picked up the glass of juice before her and took a sip before leaning back against her seat.
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