Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 149: Pawns Vying For Dominance

Harley announced, her voice carrying effortlessly through the room. "The Phantom Gauntlet—a revolutionary piece of combat technology designed for enhanced stealth, precision, and adaptability."

The 3D projection zoomed in, displaying the gauntlet’s structure in intricate detail. It was sleek yet deadly, its matte-black surface absorbing light rather than reflecting it. Text and animated diagrams highlighted its capabilities.

"Key features include:

— Integrated cloaking technology, rendering the wearer virtually invisible for up to five minutes.

— Enhanced kinetic absorption, significantly reducing impact damage.

— Neural-linked interface, allowing for seamless control with mere thought.

— Adaptive blade deployment—"

A flicker of motion in the projection revealed a hidden blade emerging from the gauntlet’s wrist compartment, its edge humming with suppressed energy.

"—capable of cutting through reinforced steel and, should you require it, human bone."

The murmurs that had filled the room earlier faded into an intense silence. Even the most composed attendees were visibly intrigued.

"Starting bid: five million dollars."

The room remained still for only a moment before the first bid was placed.

"Six million."

"Seven."

"Ten."

The bidding war erupted as anticipated. The elite of the world—people who had spent years amassing untouchable wealth—now sat forward, their gazes locked onto the Phantom Gauntlet like predators stalking their prize.

Harley remained composed, her eyes scanning the room, reading every twitch, every shift in expression. It wasn’t just about money. It was about who was willing to fight for power.

And she was watching. Calculating.

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room, two women sat before a holographic projection displaying a live feed of the auction.

One of them, a tall woman with striking silver hair and piercing blue eyes, swirled a glass of dark wine in her hand, her gaze fixed on Harley’s poised figure. The soft glow from the holographic screen reflected off her ethereal features, highlighting the unreadable expression on her face.

"She’s quite good," the silver-haired woman mused, her voice a quiet, velvety hum of approval.

The other woman, lounging beside her in a high-backed chair, gave a soft chuckle. She had dark hair cascading in glossy waves down her back, and her emerald-green eyes gleamed with amusement.

"Of course she is," she replied. "You wouldn’t have let her lead the auction otherwise."

The auction continued before them, bids soaring higher and higher for the Phantom Gauntlet.

The dark-haired woman picked up her wine from the table and took a sip, savoring the taste before setting the glass down.

"She’s reading them well. Watching who hesitates, who holds back, who’s driven by impulse." Her gaze flickered to the data stream running along the side of the holographic display. "Look at that. Tarah and Nahlia are still locked in their little game. And Penelope..."

"Waiting," the silver-haired woman supplied, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

"Always." The dark-haired woman exhaled, leaning forward. "Still, I wonder... do they truly understand what they’re bidding for?"

The silver-haired woman laughed softly. "Oh, Aurora, you give them too much credit. They think they’re buying power." She reached for her own glass, taking a slow sip before glancing at her sister. "But we both know they’re only purchasing a carefully measured illusion."

Aurora sighed quietly, tapping a single finger against the edge of the table. The holographic display zoomed in, shifting its focus from the auctioned item to Harley herself.

"Such a pity."

Her voice took on a colder edge as she asked, "Has the Carver family received the body of their son?"

Aerona’s voice was void of the subtle warmth it had carried moments ago, turning frigid.

Aurora leaned back in her chair, swirling the remnants of her wine before answering. "The ship docked at one of their private islands and dropped the body in the forest. By the time it’s discovered, identified, and the news reaches the old man, it’ll take about two days."

Aerona’s fingers drummed lightly against the armrest, her piercing blue eyes still fixed on the holographic display. "And what do you think his expression will be when he finally lays eyes on his favorite son’s corpse?"

Aurora tilted her head, considering. "Devastation, I suppose. He must already suspect his son is dead, but there’s always that sliver of hope. Seeing the body—confirming it with his own eyes—will shatter that." Her gaze flickered back to the auction, where the Phantom Gauntlet had just been sold for twenty million. "At least you allowed the body to be preserved. He won’t have to witness the ruin of what was once his golden child."

A humorless smile ghosted across Aerona’s lips. "Immense pain..." she murmured, almost to herself. Then her expression hardened. "But no matter how much grief he feels, it won’t be enough. Pain alone won’t break Peter Carver."

Aurora exhaled softly, setting her glass down with a quiet clink. "I know, Aerona. I know."

Aerona’s gaze sharpened, the weight of her resolve settling into the space between them. "I don’t want him to simply mourn. I want to dismantle him, piece by piece, until there is nothing left but a hollow shell of the man he once was."

Aurora met her sister’s gaze, a quiet fire burning in her emerald-green eyes. "And so we shall," she murmured, her voice steady with conviction. "I promised you, didn’t I? We will tear down every last one of them, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but ash and regret." She reached out, covering Aerona’s hand with her own, offering both reassurance and unwavering support.

Over at the lounge, the third item was unveiled, and a hushed murmur spread through the elite gathering. The holographic projection flickered for a moment before stabilizing, revealing the sleek, angular form of a weapon unlike any seen before.

"The Siren’s Whisper," Harley announced, her voice smooth yet commanding. "An assassination tool of unparalleled sophistication. Silent, precise, and utterly lethal."

The projection zoomed in, displaying the weapon’s fluid, almost organic design—crafted from a blend of nanocarbon alloys and enhanced with an advanced acoustic suppression system. It was shaped like an elegant dagger, its edge glowing faintly with a barely contained energy field.

Harley’s gaze swept the room, her expression unreadable but knowing.

"Starting bid: eight million dollars."

The tension in the room coiled like a serpent ready to strike.

"Nine."

"Eleven."

"Twelve."

"Thirteen."

The bidding war resumed, numbers climbing at a ruthless pace. The buyers were no longer merely competing for a weapon; they were vying for dominance.

Back in the dimly lit lounge, Aurora leaned back in her chair, watching the scene unfold with quiet amusement. "Now this," she murmured, tilting her head toward the screen, "is something worth watching."

Aerona, still swirling her wine, smirked. "Tarah and Nahlia are predictable, but look at Penelope." She gestured to the data stream on the side of the projection. "She hasn’t moved. She’s waiting."

Aurora’s gaze sharpened. "Clever," she mused. "She’s letting them tear each other apart before she swoops in."

"Classic strategy." Aerona sighed, finally taking a sip of her wine. "She’ll make her move at the last possible second."

Aurora chuckled. "And when she does, she’ll win." She tapped her fingers against the table, thoughtful. "She always does."

Aurora glanced at her sister. "Should we let her?"

Aerona hummed, considering. "For now. She’s useful."

A flicker of motion on the display drew their attention. As expected, just before the auctioneer was about to finalize the bid, Penelope’s voice cut through the rising tension.

"Twenty-five million."

Silence.

The previous bidders stiffened, hesitation flickering in their expressions. A pause stretched, tense and heavy, before—

"Sold."

A slow smirk curved Aurora’s lips. "And there it is."

The next item: a pen-sized injector capable of instantaneously healing even the most fatal of wounds using an advanced cellular regeneration formula.

Aurora arched a brow as the item was unveiled. The sleek, unassuming design of the injector belied its true value. The holographic display expanded, revealing microscopic animations of cells rapidly regenerating—knitting together torn flesh, reconnecting severed limbs, and mending shattered bone in mere seconds.

Harley’s voice rang out once more, commanding the attention of the room.

"The Lazarus Injector. A breakthrough in medical and combat technology. Capable of reversing fatal injuries within moments."

The projection shifted to display a simulation—a digital model of a human figure struck down by gunfire. The injector was deployed, and within seconds, the wounds vanished as if they had never existed.

"Key features include:

— Rapid cellular regeneration, effectively reversing lethal trauma within seconds.

— Toxin and pathogen neutralization, ensuring complete immunity against biological warfare agents.

— One-time use per vial, making each dose a coveted necessity on the battlefield.

— Undetectable by standard medical scans, ensuring absolute discretion."

A ripple of interest spread through the audience, the weight of the item’s significance settling over them.

Harley’s gaze swept the room, her expression unreadable but knowing.

"Starting bid: fifteen million."

The silence lasted only a heartbeat.

"Sixteen."

"Eighteen."

"Twenty."

Aerona let out a low hum of amusement as she watched the frenzy unfold. "Now, this is a true necessity. Unlike the Phantom Gauntlet or the Siren’s Whisper, which are tools of power, the Lazarus Injector is an insurance policy."

Aurora smiled. "People will always pay more for a second chance at life."

Her gaze flicked to Penelope, who remained still. This time, she was not playing her usual waiting game.

"She’s not bidding," Aerona murmured.

"No," Aurora agreed, swirling her wine. "Because she already has them. She privately ordered them for fifty million a few days ago."

Aerona’s lips curled into a cold smile. "Then she must be enjoying watching the rest scramble for something she possesses in abundance."

The numbers continued to climb.

"Twenty-four."

"Twenty-six."

"Thirty."

A sharp inhale came from the audience as the bid jumped unexpectedly.

"Forty."

A single voice, deep and confident, shattered the growing tension.

Harley’s eyes flickered toward the bidder, and for the first time, she allowed herself a small smirk.

"Sold." She smiled at Zachary, who glanced at Penelope.

|Thirty Minutes Later|

Aurora chuckled softly, but the amusement in her expression quickly faded. "Now that the auction is nearly over, let’s talk about our next steps."

Aerona set down her wine glass, all traces of humor disappearing. "The Carver family will be grieving, but not for long. Peter Carver isn’t the type to sit in sorrow—he’ll retaliate."

Aerona’s gaze darkened. "So we’ll make sure he directs his rage exactly where we want it."

Aurora nodded. "The Thorne family."

Aerona exhaled slowly, fingers steepling under her chin. "We’ll feed them whispers, leaks... just enough to seed suspicion."

"And then," Aurora murmured, "we watch them destroy each other."

The holographic display flickered once more, signaling the final item of the night.

Aerona smirked. "Let’s see how desperate they truly are."

Aurora raised her glass one last time. "To the fall of our enemies."

Aerona clinked her glass against her sister’s, the sound ringing through the darkened lounge like a whispered promise.

"Amen."