Chapter 230

• “What does Cloudrise Manor have, huh? We’re at an auction. You win it fair and square. Or do you think you can strong-arm people with your so-called status? Go on then—try me.”
• Sullivan’s voice carried a sharp edge that cut through the room. The crowd grew even more certain: whoever sat in the Ground-tier VIP box wasn’t ordinary.
• Cloudrise Manor might have fallen on hard times, but a dying camel is still bigger than a horse. Out on the streets, folks usually gave Cloudrise some respect.