Chapter 175

Justin, who had just finished arranging the stretcher, happened to turn back and caught the tail end of the scene. He froze for half a second, then coughed several times in quick succession, forcibly suppressing the shock written all over his face. “…It’s the same principle as artificial respiration,” he said, sounding as calm as he could manage. Sloane had already pulled herself together. She straightened her posture, forced her racing heartbeat back under control, and nodded with professional composure. “More or less,” she replied evenly. “In an emergency, the priority is drug delivery.” The medical team arrived at full speed, moving with trained efficiency. Dominic was carefully lifted onto the stretcher, monitors quickly attached, and within moments he was being wheeled out under escort. Only after he disappeared from sight did the tension in the air ease slightly. Sloane exhaled slowly. Then she turned back to the auction table. “This book can’t be handled directly,” she said, her