The entire auction hall dropped into a dead silence.
The outcome was already obvious.
The Swatvisky's had won.
"Yes," the host said. "You won the bidding. And the PTVS777 rightfully belongs to your family."
Upon hearing this, Adeline's shoulders dropped, her chest finally ceasing its rapid beating in relaxation.
It worked.
They had won.
The USB didn't fall into the wrong hands. It was safe!
Caesar curled an arm over her shoulder and pulled her in to side hug her. He left a kiss on her forehead.
Yuri exhaled. "That almost gave me a heart attack."
Roman on the other hand could only smile, rubbing his temple.
Dimitri staggered away from the Swatvisky VIP lounge back to his father. He stared at him. "Dad…"
Mr. Petrov fell back into his chair, defeated.
He looked like a man that had lost all will and aged by decades.
"It's over…" he mumbled. "We are finished, Dimitri. No one can save us now. We are finished."
