"This is the document entrusting you with the auction of the equipment." Ronan spent a few words stating the facts he had witnessed, then asked, "What about you? What are you planning to do now?"
"Of course, they came to beg for mercy." Blood Demon rushed to answer for them, but his tone quickly turned sardonic. "The signal finally traveled from the central nervous system to the extremities... But if you burned your fingers, why show your face?"
At last, the suited woman found a chance to speak. Still bent at the waist, she nevertheless spoke quickly and clearly. "Please, Lord Ronan, believe in our sincerity. We will place this auction item, which has serious procedural flaws, into the withdrawal process..."
As she spoke, her back suddenly grew heavier. Ronan had placed the folder, along with that brooch, on her smooth back, then turned and walked away.
"..."
The suited woman was well versed in business etiquette. Even though she had kept herself in a humble position throughout, she had remained graceful and proper. But Ronan's move was beyond the reach of any etiquette. She froze completely in place.
Only after Ronan and the other two entered the elevator did the others dare move, helping remove the folder and other items from her back. "Executive Director Kawahara, are you all right...?"
There was no need to mention the chaos and embarrassment outside the elevator. Inside the car, Blood Demon lavishly praised Ronan's actions. "Well done! Don't be fooled just because they were one step short of prostrating themselves. This is actually the least sincere thing they could do. Tomiya Kenta isn't so old that he can't move yet. Sending just anyone over to present a solution means they're only trying to play some trick here.
"The only thought they put