Chapter 347



Immediately after the butler finished speaking, a porcelain bottle was knocked off its perch and crashed to the floor.

The woman’s voice was filled with fury. “What the hell? Who does she think she is? Doesn’t she realize the manager of this auction house is my fiancé?”

The butler replied, “She knows, but she clearly couldn’t care less.”

Just then, a bodyguard entered, looking uneasy. “Miss, Mr. Payne just arrived, but… but he went straight to the No. 2 private room.”

A heavy silence fell over the room, the tension palpable. The woman’s expression turned into a sneer. “I get it now. She must be a coquette trying to steal Errol’s attention. Why else would she hide her face with a mask? Well then, I want to look into the eyes of the woman who dares to set her eyes on my fiancé.”

Upon hearing the staff member’s account of the situation, Errol hurried over to the No. 2 private room. He stood before Kallie with a contrite demeanor. “I apologize. My schedule has been hectic today, and I didn’t expect my fiancée to be here. Just give me a moment to sort this all out with her.”

Kallie had removed her face mask, revealing a naturally stunning face. Her complexion was so flawless that she was attractive even without any makeup. She gazed out the window with a detached calm.

“No need. My visits to this place won’t be frequent. I just want to figure out what people in Burmoos like. Relax, the staff member already explained your fiancée visits often and never disrupts the auction house’s regular operations.

Errol, you’re the eldest son of the Payne family. It’s fortunate for me to have you run my auction house. There’s no need for such formalities.”

Kallie turned around and smiled at Errol from behind the translucent screen.

Errol’s ears reddened at her smile. “Though you’re speaking the truth, working in the auction house has always been my dream, and your support made it a reality for me. Thank you.”

The Payne family was affluent. Much like the Nixon family, their origins were not based in Avalon.

Errol’s passion for antiques had always set him apart from a young age. His family wasn’t pleased with this and pressured him into taking over the family business.

Later, he came to Kallie’s auction house to apply for a job.

Recognizing his talent, Kallie wanted to keep him. After lengthy negotiations with the Payne family, she finally convinced them to agree to Errol’s employment here. Kallie could tell there was more to the Payne family’s final agreement, likely wanting to pair her and Errol up. However, Kallie had made her stance clear to Errol from the very start.

She took him in solely because she was in need of staff and valued his skills. It was quite challenging for her to juggle between her family and work.

Errol understood Kallie’s position. He had held back his budding feelings for her all these years.

With almost every staff member having departed from the private room, Errol lingered behind, a solitary figure still rooted in the room’s quiet emptiness. A shadow of concern danced across his handsome features. “Kallie, your leg…”

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