"The auction is about to start, Young Master should focus all his energy on this matter and must succeed in one stroke."
"Uncle Smith, where is she?"
"Young Master, you know I won't tell you, so why do you still..."
"Where is she?"
With a bang, the car window seemed to be heavily smashed by something, producing a muffled sound.
"Young Master, who... who are you fighting with now!" Jack Smith stared at the blood-red mark on the car window, first shocked, then angrily frowned.
Henry Dales seemed not to notice the wound on his hand from the smash, nor the blood dripping down onto his white trousers. He tiredly closed his eyes, took a long breath, and hoarsely said, "Uncle Smith, tell me, where is Scarlett?"
"If you truly want this bid to succeed, then tell me, where on earth is she?"
"I can listen to you on any other matter, but not this one. You must not involve Scarlett."
