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The road was paved with asphalt, bur years of wind and sand had turned it a dull, dusty yellow. A few trees stood along the way, stripped bare in the winter cold.
Theresa exhaled into her scarf Winter in the desert was bitter enough to cut through bone.
“Guests from Ark Camp One, please follow me.” A voice sounded in her car, and a man in a yellow mask stepped forward with a respectful bow.
Morgan nodded to him, and their group headed toward arge, old opera house.
“The yellow masks are from Ark Camp Two,” Morgan exined.
“And Ark Camp Three?” she asked.
“White.”
Just then, the heavy thrum of a helicopter came from behind. A group of people in white masks. disembarked.
Theresa stopped, dogs at her side, and watched as they approached. Most of them were men, only a few women among them. The masks hid their faces and ages entirely. The group walked straight toward them.
“Ark Camp One, greetings,” the man in the lead addressed Morgan.
Morgan inclined his head. “Ark Camp Three, greetings.”
“We heard you ran into trouble some time ago. You’ve been on our minds.”
Morgan gave a thin, insincere smile. “We’re fine. Thanks for your concern.”
The two sides exchanged polite, empty smiles before the white–masked man said, “Let’s head in. I hear Ark Camp Two has something special this time.”
I’m looking forward to it,” Morgan replied, and they walked side by side toward the entrance.
At the door, the attendant stopped Theresa’s group. “Apologies, honored guests from Ark Camp One. Pets are not allowed in the auction hall. Please leave your dogs in our care.”
All eyes turned to Theresa, standing with her pack,
Morgan paused and addressed her gently. “Would you mind leaving them here for a while? When it’s over, I’ll take you to show them around.”
“Sure,” Theresa said. By now, she was curious about both the auction and the people here.
She handed the leashes to Quentin and warned, “Keep an eye on them. And don’t even think about running–you won’t get far here.”
“I know, Beautiful,” Quentin repliedzily.
She patted Summer’s head. “Watch him. Don’t let him run off”
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“Woof! Woof!”
Quentin didn’t know how to feel about this exchange.
With everything arranged. Theresa followed Morgan inside.
As she turned, a few from Ark Camp Three gave her lingering looks. She met each gaze directly, and they all turned away.
On the way in, someone from Ark Camp Three said, “We heard you were supported by K1 Camp during that incident. How are they?”
“Very strong.” Morgan said, ncing at Theresa.
“Did you really give them 200 thousand tons of food? And 200 thousand gleamstones?”
Yes.
The white–masked man snorted. “Then I guess they must be struggling badly out there..
Theresa frowned, stumped.
Traveling all that way for such a small amount… was it worth it?” another said.
They must’ve been starving, desperate enough to risk their lives for supplies,” <i>a </i>third added.
“How pitiful.” a fourth chimed in.
Theresa’s eyes narrowed.
Morgan leaned toward her. “Don’t worry. I won’t look down on you for it.”
Her mouth twitched. “I do, my boy.”
Morgan’s smile faltered.
Just then, a pretty maid carrying drinks approached from the opposite direction. She kept her head down, clearly trying to avoid the group. But one of the white–masked men walked straight into her shoulder.
Crash<i>! </i>
Wine sshed to the floor, and deep red liquid spread across the man’s clothing.
“I’m sorry!” The maid dropped to her knees, trembling as she tried to wipe him off. ‘I was careless–please forgive me. Please!“.
Her hands shook so badly she could barely touch the fabric. Before she could finish, the white–masked man seized her by the throat and lifted her effortlessly into the air.
“A wretched life like yours isn’t worth the price of this suit. Tell me, how could I possibly forgive you?”
Her face went chalk white, her thin body trembling harder as the air was squeezed from her lungs.
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