Chapter 95 Will This Stuff Still End Up in the Becks’ Hands?
- Will this stuff still end up in the Becks’ hands?
- Sullivan felt a flicker of worry. He pulled out his phone and shot Fawn a text. While he was doing that, the second lot was carried onto the stage—still a woman in a cheongsam, but a different one this time.
- The auctioneer lifted the red cloth again. A ginseng root lay on the tray.