Among the items Andrew needed to regain his strength and break the seals were the Seventh-Heaven Quince from Mark and the Morlic Root from Cedric. "The Radiant Group is holding an auction soon, and this Celestial Nymphaea is one of the featured items," Marvin explained. He continued, "With my connections as the wealthiest man in Jayrodale, I could have purchased the Celestial Nymphaea directly, but apparently, someone else has already shown interest in it. "The Radiant Group is in a difficult position and doesn't dare to sell it privately, which is why I came to you." Andrew nodded thoughtfully. "Got it. Give me the time and location of the auction, and I'll handle it personally." Marvin replied, "It's the day after tomorrow at 8 pm sharp in Radiant Group's underground hall." In Jayrodale, Radiant Group was a heavyweight in the jewelry, antiques, and luxury goods industry. For them to offer something as rare as the Celestial Nymphaea did not surprise Andrew. After all, he

Christina was clearly affected by Andrew's words, but she said nothing. Over the past few days, she had felt increasingly uneasy as Harvey's true nature began to emerge. After all, it was vastly different from the gentleman and promising young man she thought she knew. Even so, her pride would not allow her to admit to Andrew that she had misjudged someone so completely. Finally, the night of the auction arrived. By 8 p.m., luxury cars filled the parking lot of the Radiant Group building as Jayrodale's elite gathered for the event. Among them were Michael and Harvey, both dressed in impeccable suits and projecting an air of elegance, with stunning women in their arms. "Harvey, long time no see! You look like you're living the high life—definitely more comfortable than I am!" Michael spoke first, casually glancing at Christina, who was standing next to Harvey. He had long admired Jayrodale's "Ice Queen CEO" himself, and though she was truly flawless in every way, he could on

Harvey felt the sting of humiliation but could only swallow his anger in silence. He was about to take over the Weller family, and he could not afford to make any mistakes now. Although Finley was a nuisance, Harvey knew that the Hidden Dragons had too much power for the Weller family to risk angering them. Michael stepped forward, playing peacemaker with fake sincerity. "Gentlemen, we're all respectable people here, and the auction is about to begin. Why don't we head inside?" "Fine, let's attend the auction first," Finley replied haughtily. "But my love for Ms. Stevens is as clear as day, and I won't rest until she's mine. Mr. Weller, you'd better do the right thing and step aside!" His arrogant words were another blatant insult. The onlookers silently noted that since Finley came from the martial arts clans of Gabo Creek, no one in Jayrodale would dare challenge his authority tonight. Just then, a Mercedes G-Wagon pulled up forcefully in front of the Radiant Group building

"Out of respect for me," Silas said calmly, "how about we let this one go?" Finley scoffed, resting his sword over his shoulder with an arrogant smirk. "Let this one go? Sorry, Mr. Vaughn, even if you're personally here to plead, this little punk will bleed out on the spot tonight." The onlookers tensed, shocked that Finley would not even show respect to the auction host. Then again, the Hidden Dragons' reputation was formidable enough to back Finley's audacity. Most spectators silently fretted. If even Silas could not control Finley, Andrew might be in grave danger. However, Silas looked at Finley as if he were an idiot. He barked, "You fool, when I said to let this slide, did you think I was begging you?" The crowd was stunned by Silas' words. Finley froze and darkly replied, "Silas, I don't owe you any respect just because you're Radiant Group's CEO. You'd better back off." Silas raised a finger, nearly poking Finley in the face. "You little brat, you're nothing more t

As Lauren turned to look at Andrew, she quickly caught the eye of several onlookers. "Yes, there's a small item I'm interested in," Andrew replied with a smile. "Is it a medicinal herb, Andrew?" Francesca asked, and Andrew nodded. "Yes, a Celestial Nymphaea." Francesca thoughtfully explained, "The Celestial Nymphaea is a premium medicinal herb, highly valued by medical experts and serious collectors. Though in Jayrodale, unlike metropolises like Chetvine, there probably won't be many interested bidders—you should get it easily." Just as she finished speaking, the host, Elsie Santana, pulled back a red cloth downstairs, revealing a perfectly preserved Celestial Nymphaea. She announced, "Distinguished guests, tonight's item is quite special. It's not a priceless jewel or a master's artwork, but rather a professionally authenticated medicinal herb that's at least 500 years old—truly a rare find that interested parties shouldn't miss." Despite Elsie's enthusiastic presentation