Ava was in a state of panic, unsure of what to do. Just as she was about to dash out the door, she spotted Luis standing there, a wicked grin plastered across his face. "Mrs. Bailey, where do you think you're going? We haven't finished playing yet. You can't just leave like this," he said, slowly closing the door behind him. Drake walked over, casually grabbing Ava’s leg and pulling her toward the sofa. She clung desperately to the floor, but the friction caused painful scrapes on her skin."Drake, be gentle! If you hurt her, how are we supposed to have any fun later?" Luis remarked, not out of concern for her well-being, but because he believed her skin was the main attraction. If it was damaged now, it wouldn't feel as good later. Hearing this, Drake nodded in agreement. "You're right." He released her leg and turned to approach her, a dangerous smile creeping across his face."Don't come any closer!" Ava cried out in terror, trying to push herself up to escape, but her body felt we

Poppy Hutton's gaze fell on Thomas, and all her insecurities vanished. With Mr. Brown around, she felt assured that nothing could go wrong.Suddenly, recalled what her former boss, Lawrence Cobb, had said earlier. If he was right, Mr. Brown's status surpassed that of everyone else present, so surely there wouldn't be any trouble. With a cold smile, she looked at the people before her and said, "Just lead the way already. What are you waiting for?"Seeing their insistence, Chloe lost her patience and turned to leave. Thomas and Poppy followed closely behind her. Poppy deliberately lagged a bit behind, discreetly sending a text to Mr. Lawrence. Before long, they arrived at the largest private room, which was opulent and grand, luxurious to the extreme. Thomas didn't care about the extravagance; he was focused solely on Ava and hurriedly kicked open the door.Chloe was taken aback by his rude action. She hadn't expected this loser to be so disrespectful. What if he angered the people ins

As soon as Mark stepped out of the airport, he led everyone directly into his car arranged by the mayor of Lake City, heading straight for the BayRock Club. Drake snapped back to reality, staring at Thomas in front of him. He swallowed hard, feeling the sweat on his forehead pouring down, dripping into his wound. The sharp sting jolted him awake. He walked up to Thomas, lowering his head and putting on a sincere expression. "Mr. Thomas, I was foolish before and made a mistake. I hope you can forgive me.” Everyone around was taken aback, unable to believe that the once arrogant Drake was now apologizing so earnestly. Wasn't so arrogant a few minutes ago? Why was he now so scared in front of Thomas? Mark was a big shot from Sunshine City, not just famous there but also well-known in Lake City. But from what just happened, it seemed that Professor Mark had called Thomas. How could that be possible? Looking at Thomas, it seemed like he had a very close relationship with Mark. Who exac

Thomas stepped out of his father-in-law's house, intending to head straight to the Art Fair. He glanced back at Mark and the others who were still following him and said lightly, "Let's talk about it tomorrow. You guys should head home for now." With that, he got into his car and drove directly to the exhibition center. As everything was set up perfectly. The atmosphere inside was lively and bustling, filled with many prominent figures. The only unusual thing was that one of the exhibition halls, despite being packed with guests, was empty inside, with no exhibits on display. Some impatient attendees voiced their displeasure. "Jack, I came here specifically to see that calligraphy by Jose Tate. I've been waiting for so long or were you just bragging?" "Yeah, Jack, we've all been waiting here for ages. At least let us see what this legendary piece looks like. You're not just messing with us, are you?" Jack felt the pressure as he listened to their complaints. "Everyone, please don'

Mr. Keira shook his head and said firmly, "Why would I lie to you? Based on my years of experience with antiques, this piece is a fake." As Jack's doubts about Mr. Keira's words echoed in the crowd, chaos erupted. "Jack, what are you doing? You brought out a fake and tricked us into thinking you had something valuable!" "Mr. Keira is a well-known expert in antiques. If he says it's fake, then it's not the real deal. This painting must be fake." "Ugh, after waiting so long, we ended up seeing a fake. Jack, your reputation is taking a hit here." Hearing the crowd's chatter, Jack felt a wave of panic wash over him. He had no idea how things had gone so wrong. Frantically, he turned to glare at Thomas. It was all that guy's fault! If it weren't for him, he wouldn't be in this mess. Andrew, noticing Jack's distress, tried to calm him down. "Uncle, could it be that you mixed up the paintings? They look so similar on the outside that it's easy to get mixed up." Jack nodded vigorously at