"Just who is in VIP Room Number 11? I don't recognize that voice. I've met every heir from the Ten Great Families, but this voice... I've never heard it before," Heidi muttered, her expression clouded with curiosity as she pondered the identity of the mysterious bidder.
"I wonder about that too," Veni replied, pouring herself another glass of wine. "The person bidding can't be an heir—the voice is too deep and mature. It's definitely the voice of a middle-aged man." Her tone carried a note of seriousness.
"I agree, Veni. Perhaps the person isn't from the Ten Great Families. It's possible he's just a wealthy individual—or maybe even Emperor Philip himself," Heidi speculated, sighing softly as she resigned herself to not uncovering the bidder's identity.
Veni noticed the troubled expression on Heidi's face and felt a pang of concern. She knew her Young Lady well enough to sense her inner turmoil. Heidi had seemed so determined earlier but was now visibly upset.
