Chapter 1410:


    Her voice emerged quiet yet saturated with genuine, trembling apology. “I’ll ept full responsibility for the damages incurred.”


    Kolton released a cold, derisive snort. “ept responsibility? Do you honestly possess the means?”


    He leaned in closer, his gaze transforming into something resembling a frozen de. “Do you have anyprehension of the manpower and resources poured into constructing that banquet center?”


    Kiley scarcely dared to raise her eyes. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, silence stretching between them, her throat feeling as though it had been mped in iron jaws.


    “Ten billion dors.” Kolton’s voice crystallized with frost. “Now enlighten me—how much revenue did tonight’s auction generate?”


    Kiley steadied the rhythm of her breathing and answered without embellishment. “Twenty billion.”


    “Twenty billion?” Kolton’s expression froze, suspended in disbelief before hardening into something even more cial. He ced his hand on Kiley’s shoulder with deliberate weight. “You’re not testing my patience with some borate jest, are you?”


    That figure soared far beyond anything Kolton had dared project.


    “I wouldn’t dream of it, Father.” Kiley lifted her gaze to meet Kolton’s prating stare and borated, “We secured fifteen billion from Maia alone, supplemented by contributions from the remaining guests…”


    Before she couldplete her exnation, Kolton severed her words with an abrupt wave of his hand, a fleeting chill flickering through his eyes. “What did you just say? You managed to extract fifteen billion from Maia?”


    His voice plummeted into icy territory, the words reminding Kiley of a shard of ice driven straight through flesh.


    “How could she possiblymand such funds? Haven’t you been thoroughly deceived by her? You’ve genuinely disappointed me.”


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    Kiley hastened to rify. “No, Father. Maia doesn’t possess that magnitude of wealth, you’re correct; it was Mr. Sparrow.”


    Then she proceeded to recount the entire auction sequence to Kolton in meticulous detail.


    “Oil extraction rights? Has the transfer agreement been executed?” Kolton’s brows drew together, skepticism still threading through his features.


    “The other party has signed. It requires only your signature for the transfer to achieve legal validity,” Kiley answered with unwavering precision. “However, I had no knowledge of your arrival; the transfer agreement remains in my vehicle. I’ll retrieve it immediately for your examination.”


    “Wait.” Kolton’s eyes narrowed as he directed his attention toward a nearby covert operative. “Apany her. To prevent any unforeseenplications.”


    Kiley nodded. She grasped the dual nature of his instruction—it served as both protection and surveince in equal measure.


    Within moments, she reappeared with the agreement sped in hand, extending it toward him.


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