Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Selene Present time Never judge a book by its cover. If life had taught me anything, it was that. Beneath all that filth and decay, who would have thought that something so special could hide inside that box? "One silver!" My voice cut through the quiet murmur of the hall. For a moment, the room was silent, as heads turned to our table, eyes widened in surprise. The entire hall seemed to shift their attention toward me as if I'd just grown two heads. I could practically feel their disbelief.

Their eyes said it all-who is this idiot daring to bid one silver coin on a box of useless junk? Even Sienna's table had gone quiet. I could feel their gazes drilling into my back, a mixture of shock and amusement radiating from them. It didn't matter. Let them look. They could call me a mad woman for all I cared, because right now, I was too excited to even focus on them. Finally, after all these years, that box had found its way back to me. Beside me, Evelyn's mouth hung open. She blinked rapidly, turning to me as if trying to confirm she hadn't misheard. "My...

lady?" she whispered, voice trembling with disbelief. The men sitting across from us watched me with the same stunned curiosity. The man in white leaned slightly forward, golden eyes gleaming with intrigue, while the one in black remained still, though I could feel his eyes on me. I ignored them all. The auctioneer on the stage hesitated, staring at me as though unsure whether to laugh or continue. Her mouth opened. then closed again. I heard her thoughts spinning through her head. 'You know what? Why not? Nobody else would buy it anyway, might as well/sell it to the lady.' Perfect.

"One silver," the auctioneer repeated. "Do I hear anyone else? Anyone willing to compete?" The crowd exchanged confused looks. Someone in the back scoffed loudly, the sound dripping with disdain. "She's really starting it for one silver," a man muttered. "That's ridiculous. I've never seen an auction house sink this low." Another person nodded, chuckling. "Tell me about it. She's probably selling it cheap because she knows it's worthless. Only a fool would waste even a single coin on that trash." A third voice snickered. "That girl's probably new.

She doesn't know the difference between junk and treasure. Look at her, she really thinks she's buying something valuable. Poor, foolish thing." Their laughter rolled through the room, but I smiled faintly. I always loved when people underestimated me. "That girl is weird, brother. Why would she buy a box of junk for one silver?" Sienna's soft voice echoed beside our table. 12:44 Tue, Dec 23 MG. Chapter 31 Kane's voice followed, low and confident. "You don't feel any spiritual energy from the box, right?" "No," Sienna replied almost immediately.

"I can't sense anything useful from that box at all." Kane chuckled. "Then don't bother yourself with her. It's not our business what some foolish woman does with her money. She must be a rich lady who enjoys wasting coins. Don't mind her, Sienna." I didn't even glance back. My attention stayed fixed on the auctioneer, who was still looking at me with a sly smile, eyes darting across the room as though begging someone to compete. But no one did. The longer the silence stretched, the more I could see the amusement across her face.

Finally, the auctioneer cleared her throat, smiled and said, "Fine, fine!" She lifted her gravel and struck the podium with a solid thud. "Sold, for one silver coin!" The sound echoed like a victory drum in my wars. At last. It was mine again. "I must say," the auctioneer added, "this is the first time I've ever sold anything for a single silver coin. You're lucky, miss." From somewhere in the crowd, a man muttered just loud enough for others to hear, "Lucky or stupid." A few snickers followed. I leaned back in my chair, resting my chin on my knuckles, and grinned.

I hadn't said a word since the whispers began, not because I couldn't defend myself, but because people like them weren't worth the effort. In the end, they'd be the ones with regret twisting their guts when they learned what I had just bought for a silver coin. When they realized what that "box of junk" truly held, they'd turn red and choke on their pride. "I see," a deep voice said suddenly, drawing my attention. I looked up and met those piercing green eyes again. The man in the black cloak. "You see?" I echoed, one brow lifting.

"What did you see?" He leaned back in his chair, calm and composed, arms crossing over his chest as if he were testing me with that gaze. "You didn't come here for anything else," he said slowly, voice low and certain. "You came for that box. It's like you knew it would be auctioned today." My fingers stilled on the table. For the brief second, my smile faltered, then returned. How amusing. Out of everyone in this hall, he was the only one perceptive enough to notice. I met his gaze again, lips curving into a faint smirk. "Maybe I did," I said.

"Or maybe I just got lucky, like she said." But even as I spoke, I knew from the flicker of understanding in his eyes, he didn't believe in luck any more than I did. The man in white tilted his head at me. "If what he said is true," he murmured, "then I wonder what's in that box that caught your attention so much." I met his gaze but said nothing. His tone was casual, but his eyes were studying me. It was irritating. Why were they both so curious about me? Did I look like someone who owed them answers? 12:44 Tue, Dec 23 MG. Chapter 31 I narrowed my eyes slightly, suspicious.

309 When he noticed my expression, the man in white raised his hands a little, smiling. "Don't worry, I'm not a thief. If I wanted the box, I would've competed for it." "Is that so?" I said flatly. "Well then, since you didn't compete for it, you shouldn't ask me so many questions about it." My voice was blunt, colder than I intended, but I didn't take it back. His brows lifted slightly, as though I'd struck him speechless. For a second, the corners of his mouth twitched, he looked amused, maybe even a little impressed.

Before he could respond, a man in a neat dark uniform approached our table and bowed. "My lords," he said politely. Both cloaked men turned to him, their attention snapping away from me. The man hesitated, his gaze flicking briefly toward Evelyn and me, then back to the two men. "Speak," the one in black said, voice low and commanding. The man straightened quickly. "My lords, about the sword... it has already been taken by another person." For the first time, a flicker of surprise crossed both their faces. "What?" the man in white asked sharply.

"The red sword?" The messenger nodded nervously. The man in black frowned, eyes darkening. "How is that possible? They were supposed to auction it today. Who would buy it before it was even listed?" "I have no idea, sir," the man said quickly. "The auction house refused to tell me." I blinked, glancing between them. The red sword? I had no idea what they were talking about, and honestly, I didn't care. I'd already gotten what I came for. I rose from my chair, brushing imaginary dust off my sleeves. "It looks like we're done here," I said to Evelyn, ignoring the men's conversation.

"My lady?" she asked softly. "Let's go." I took her hand and guided her away from the table. Neither of the men tried to stop me as we left, though I could feel their gazes burning into my back. Tue, Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.