What Leonard Ethan didn't know was that while he was standing in the great hall making a phone call, his voice was being relayed to a guest room on the third floor via a microphone on a nearby waiter.
"This man is probably not an informant, we should still focus on the other two guys." At this moment, the two people in the guest room switched places. The young man with golden hair was now wearing headphones, listening to something.
"You're right, it seems Mr. Ethan came here mostly to help these wealthy people identify and purchase things." Said the middle-aged man with brown hair who was staring at the surveillance screen.
"This would explain why a scholar like him would attend such a high-end auction. After all, if you're not spending your own money, you are naturally going to look at things you might not be able to afford."
