When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

I handed my invitation to him. He smiled and gave me a paddle before gesturing me to walk forward.

I entered the auction hall with the paddle in hand. Many of the seats inside were already filled.

I found my seat. Stacey had already arrived. When she saw me, she said, “I thought you weren’t coming.”

I gently sat down and looked around at the large number of people in the auction hall. I could not help but exclaim in surprise, “I didn’t expect this auction to be on a large scale. There are so many people here.”

Usually, only influential individuals were invited. However, the guest list seemed to be more complex this time.

She leaned into my ear and whispered, “All the VIPs are seated in front. The seats at the back are just glorified audience members.”

A smile tugged at my lips. I felt she was exaggerating and checked the number on my paddle. The number one hundred was inscribed on it.

Evidently, there were at least a hundred people present at the auction.

I scanned the surroundings and noticed that black was draped over items that were situated all around the area. I could not help but ask curiously, “What’s all those?”

She lowered her voice and said, “Those are the treasures collected by various specialty stores in J City. Once the auction starts, the black cloth will be removed to reveal the treasures. It’s so the participants can check them out.”

I nodded. This was my first time at such an auction.

phone vibrated. The call was coming from Joseph. I picked up and he

looked over at Joseph, who was standing near the stage.

Fuller has made the arrangements. You’ll have a better view from the front,” said

and said excitedly, “You’ll be able to see the items clearly from the front. Most importantly,

puppy eyes and whimpered, “Scarlett, I know Mr. Fuller has arranged everything nicely

in hand, I was at a loss for what to do. I thought it over before asking, “Joseph,

for a moment

and looked at the

large number of people present, she would definitely be screaming for

cover her mouth and whisper, “Great! You’re

to the front

schools, and teachers always extol those things should be done fairly. Every

mirage. From the moment that people were born, they were sorted into different classes. In school, the teachers favored the smart. In society, the disparity is all the more

the same. Yet, the people at the

established a pecking order, and one’s treatment

row, Joseph switched out Stacey and my

and asked, “What’s

on whatever attracts your attention. This card should cover it all,” replied

Fuller is being so