Two days later, Yvonne sat on the plane to Sardonia. She put on her eye mask and was just about to go to sleep when someone tapped her shoulder. She turned around in confusion to see Curtis. She was stunned. "Why are you …"Curtis looked icy as usual. "I'm your bodyguard on this trip back.""There's no need, I …""Are you asking me to jump off the plane right now?"Yvonne was speechless. She smiled helplessly and said, "Okay. If you really want to come along,""Hmm." Curtis responded before leaning back. He crossed his arms across his chest and said coolly, "You can rest now."Yvonne was perplexed. This was the first time she'd encountered a bodyguard who gave her commands. It was an 11-hour flight. Yvonne slept and woke up a couple of times. Her quality of sleep hadn't been that great, so she was still yawning after she landed.Through tears welling up from the yawn, Yvonne saw a familiar figure by the arrival area. She wiped away her tears to see that cold and gorgeous face

Arthur shook his head. "No. This manager stayed behind the screen at every auction. We'll only be able to meet the manager when they are auctioning off their items."Caleb was stunned. "So, you don't even know if the manager is a man or a woman?"Arthur cleared his throat. "Those who go to the auction will have to sign an NDA. They can't say anything."All these years, the manager had only auctioned three items, and all of them were worth a fortune. Those who were into antique collections could boast about it for the rest of their lives if they ever met the manager.Although Arthur liked collecting antiques, he didn't spend all his money on them. Yet this time, he'd come here with the utmost confidence. He must meet the manager! Arthur combed through his beard. "Once I get the Eight Saints figurines, I'll take you two to meet the manager."Caleb smiled. "Then I'll congratulate you in advance!"…Three days later, the island was drenched in cold rain. The auction went on as usual

Behind the screen, Mark sat casually, placing his crossed legs on the desk. He had a perfect face with an air of impetuosity.He was in a black shirt and long pants, with his shirt unbuttoned three buttons down, showing off his chest and some of his tattoos. The tattoo of a fallen angel against his fair skin made him seem even more dangerous. The rosary in his hands was a huge juxtaposition to his tattoos, yet it didn't seem out of place.If one were to describe him, it would be both good and evil.Hearing Yvonne walk closer to him, Mark lazily looked up and smiled. The fear Yvonne had for him was still deeply embedded in her. In a short while, her back was already sweating profusely."Yvonne, how long have you been with the Emerald Group?" Mark asked."12 years.""12 years …" Mark's tone gradually turned hostile. "12 years, and yet you still haven't learned to obey the rules. You sure are stupid."At that point, there was no turning back. Yvonne stood up courageously and looked

Yvonne led Gwen and Curtis to a lounge room to sit. She recounted her conversation with Mark to them in a simple manner. Of course, she decided to omit the details of how she'd managed to get an opportunity to talk to Mark when his dagger was pointing at her. Yvonne knew clearly that the less one knew about matters regarding Emerald Group's fall, the better."I will no longer be under the Group's control. I can still maintain my Ms. Y persona. Also, Mark said he wanted to buy in. He meant the medical institution that I own. You see, even he wants to buy in. That means he won't come after me. Who wouldn't like the money?" Yvonne said with a smile, but Gwen rolled her eyes at her."Do you really think Mark lacks money? He's only buying in to monitor you. If he has any leverage against you in the future, you will surely have to pay the price for your recklessness and naivety tonight!"Curtis was feeling guilty when he heard what Gwen said. "Did I screw things up?" If he hadn't stormed

Yvonne had predicted that Arthur would react like this. She shrugged casually. "I am indeed not better than you, but I still have the right to hold onto the Eight Saints figurines.""How dare you!" Arthur glared. "I won the bid for the Eight Saints figurines! What right do you have to hold onto it?""The fact that I'm in charge of it." Yvonne indifferently poured herself some tea and blew on the cup. "I'm not in a hurry to sell the Eight Saints figurines. Without you, there will still be other people who will come up with a high price. Since you're an old customer, I'm sure you know that Xenia's Auction rules this island, and I make the rules," Yvonne said sternly.At that moment, Arthur completely panicked. He started to believe every single word she said. He held onto this walking stick tightly and said through gritted teeth, "It was Kayla. She didn't want to see you and Xavier together in the same place."Xavier looked at Arthur, amused. "Isn't that enough? Is there anything e