Under the whispers and frequent curious glances of the women, the handsome man in white walked over to Matthew Saxon's table.
"Henry, you're late." Matthew looked down at his watch, his indifferent tone revealed no emotion.
"Sorry." Henry smiled lightly and sat down opposite him.
"Young Master Saxon, I wonder what you wanted to discuss?" Henry also raised his wrist to check the time, then, in a lukewarm tone, said, "The bidding is set to start in two hours."
"I've heard you've been preparing for this bidding for a long time. It seems you're determined to win it, aren't you?"
"With such a formidable opponent as the Saxon Family, I wouldn't dare say something like 'determined to win.'
"Wouldn't dare say?" Matthew suddenly let out a light laugh, but his eyes remained extremely cold as he looked at Henry. "Young Master Dales wouldn't dare say, but he has the guts to act."
