Jilted Heiress Strikes Back
Inside sat a man in a rich purple suit — the color on him neither gaudy nor dull, but bright and grand, exuding the unmistakable aura of a wealthy Young master.
He lounged motionless, propping his head on one hand, casually watching the bidding below.
Someone entered and took a wood chair beside him, smiling.
“Croft Junior, you really did come.”
The guy in the chair still didn’t move, but those deep, slightly mischievous eyes slowly shifted and glanced sideways at the old man. With a teasing smile, he said, “Same to you, old chairman—didn’t you show up too?”
Elias stroked his silver beard and, with a dignified but knowing smile on his weathered face, replied, “The Eclipse Vine is incredibly