Langston’s icy gaze swept over, sending a chill down his assistant’s spine. The assistant shivered and took a step back, hurriedly silencing himself. Langston smirked as he toyed with a paper crane in his hand.
“What good does it do me if that old man lives anyway?”
His assistant dared not speak again.
After Langston conceded, Vincent successfully won the auction item. The auctioneer on stage excitedly announced, “Let’s congratulate this gentleman for successfully obtaining the Spring Snow Herb he desired.”
The room erupted in thunderous applause, admiration for Vincent filling the air.
“Mr. Adams never disappoints!” they exclaimed.
Katelyn breathed a sigh of relief. Wonderful. Now, Carol’s illness could finally be treated.
With no interest in the remaining auction items, Katelyn headed backstage with her card, paid, and secured the Spring Snow Herb. She carefully placed the herb into the combination box she had brought with her, a smile breaking across her face.
“Now, we can go back and get ready for Grandma’s surgery.”
Vincent watched her actions, his gaze filled with warmth.
“Let’s head back.”
“Alright.” Katelyn nodded with a smile, picked up the box, and followed Vincent.
But their departure was abruptly halted.
Langston stood in the doorway, the light casting dramatic shadows across his features. His youthful face appeared innocent, yet half was cloaked in shadow. He subtly curled his lips, a cold glint in his eyes.
“Mr. Adams, I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Langston Walsh.”
Vincent regarded him warily but accepted Langston’s extended hand.
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“I didn’t expect you to come to Granville, Mr. Walsh.”
Katelyn stood slightly behind Vincent, clutching the box tightly, her expression wary. She sensed that this seemingly innocent young man posed a significant threat. Even his elongated shadow appeared menacing, as if it might at any moment morph into something sinister.
“I came here for the Spring Snow Herb, but unfortunately, with your unbeatable bid, I had to withdraw,” Langston said, casting a meaningful glance at Katelyn before his gaze settled back on Vincent, a smile playing on his lips.
“Mr. Adams, does that mean you owe me one?”
Vincent’s eyes were dark as he responded calmly, “It was a fair competition. If you insist on me owing you one, that’s possible too.”
Langston, known for his capricious nature, merely acted on impulse. The two companies operated in different industries and had not crossed paths in years. Was this sudden gesture genuinely just for the Spring Snow Herb? Yet, if Langston had truly insisted on it back on the stage…
Langston’s smile deepened, and he nodded lightly. Read full story at Find[?]ovel.net
“Just having you acknowledge that is enough, Mr. Adams. I look forward to our next meeting.”
He turned and walked away leisurely, giving the impression he had come merely to greet Vincent.
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