Chapter 102 The Auction

• Oliver’s car cut through Madrid’s night like a blade. The streets he followed grew quieter with every turn, shrouded in eerie silence, streetlamps long dead. Only his high beams carved out a path in the darkness.
• “Uncle, are you sure this is the right road?” Oliver asked, scanning the shadows carefully, every nerve wound tight, bracing for a trap.
• Dominic nodded calmly. “Keep driving. This is the way. The further in you go, the emptier it becomes. Ahead, two guards will stop us. They’ll examine the authenticity of our invitations.”