"Is there someone you know here?"
Andrew looked at her deeply and frowned with slight displeasure.
If he wasn't mistaken, Shirley's expression wasn't a simple one.
Upon hearing this, Shirley froze.
"I..."
How was she supposed to tell Andrew?
She suddenly felt a bit scared, worried that if she told Andrew the person she had been yearning for was here, he might take her away.
She...
Hesitated.
And just sat there.
"Shirley."
Andrew leaned closer, a mix of unwillingness and sadness in his eyes.
"Five hundred million!"
Suddenly, Andrew directly placed a bid, with the clear intention of securing the pendant.
The room erupted in shock; no one expected anyone to be so extravagant.
Almost instinctively, many people turned to look, and among them was Alan Morgan.
In the vast crowd, it was as if that woman, with her unique radiance, could be easily spotted no matter where she stood.
Alan's gaze was entirely fixed on Shirley.
She looked thinner.
