At the top of the VIP room, Elara and Lyra watched the intense bidding war unfold before them. Elara's eyes widened as she recognized Alix, the very same person they had helped on the second floor. A mixture of surprise, admiration, and embarrassment washed over her, causing her cheeks to flush with a rosy hue.
Lyra, noticing Elara's reaction, nudged her gently with an amused smile. "Seems like our friend has become quite the sensation," she whispered, her voice filled with mischief.
Elara averted her gaze, feeling a mixture of shyness and pride. "I... I just did what anyone would do," she murmured, her voice tinged with modesty. "But I'm glad we were able to help him that time."
Lyra chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, come on, Elara. Don't be so modest. You reached out your hand and helped him when he needed it most. It's only natural for him to feel grateful."
