The Accidental Surrogate's Secret
The guests looked just as expensive, whispering quietly behind their fans and glasses of wine, their eyes locked on the stage.
The first item up for auction was an ancient porcelain vase from the Qing dynasty. Blue and white, with delicate hand-painted dragons swirling around it. The starting price was already sky-high. Dorian leaned toward me, his voice low and casual.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
I blinked, surprised. “It’s nice,” I said honestly, “but I don’t need it.”
He simply nodded, raising his eyebrow a little, but said nothing.
The next item was a limited-edition painting by a French artist whose name I couldn’t pronounce. The colors were bold—deep reds, bright golds, and soft creams
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