Isabelle quickly nodded. "Okay, okay. Andrew, if we're going to your place, you can't let Sheena hurt me." Andrew raised an eyebrow. "You're really that scared of her?" Isabelle's face went pale. "You heard it yourself. Not only am I scared of her, but even Zion is scared of her. In Chetvine, there's no one who isn't afraid of Sheena." Soon, Andrew brought Isabelle back to his shabby little cabin. He said, "Don't bother unloading all that stuff. Take it back. You can see for yourself, I don't need any of it." Isabelle's eyes went wide. "Your place is way too rundown. How about I call someone to renovate it right now? Actually, forget that, I've got several villas under my name. Andrew, I'll give you two of them." Andrew laughed. "Thanks for the offer, but I don't need them. Living here is fine." Isabelle ignored him and had the driver drop off the bags anyway. Then, she turned and said, "Go wait in the car. And you know what to say about today, right?" The driver's face

Isabelle left Andrew's place in an incredibly good mood. Sitting in the back seat of the Mercedes, she narrowed her round eyes and giggled to herself. Replaying the treatment session Andrew had just given her, her pretty, round face could not help but flush red. In all her years, no one had ever touched her like that. Moreover, Andrew had just gone ahead and done it without any warning. The strange thing was, she was not angry about it at all. Just then, Isabelle's phone rang, interrupting her daydream. "Belle, where are you? I want to apologize to you. Yesterday I was impulsive and said some things I shouldn't have." It was Mikayla calling, her tone full of guilt. Isabelle laughed. "Mikayla, it's fine. I didn't take it to heart. Tell you what, I'll come see you." Mikayla said, "Great, come over right away." Soon enough, Isabelle arrived at the Owens residence to meet Mikayla. "Belle, you're here! Come, sit down, have some fruit." Mikayla was all smiles, very attentiv

Mikayla really panicked this time. Isabelle had always seemed like such a pure and simple girl, yet Mikayla had already laid out her plans long ago. If the Owens family could tie Isabelle down, then their family and the Robertson family would be bound together like iron, unshakable and secure. For the Owens family, that would be the ultimate reassurance, a guarantee that their position would be unthreatened. But unfortunately, Isabelle had such a peculiar personality. Apart from Mikayla, she rarely gave anyone from the Owens family the time of day, let alone their men. Mikayla had originally planned to take things slow, to move piece by piece without rushing. But then Andrew showed up, and Isabelle inexplicably started showing signs of favor toward him. That alone threw Mikayla completely off balance. What if Isabelle grew close to Andrew? Worse, what if she went so far as to become his woman? If so, everything Mikayla had been building for so long would crumble to nothing

Three days every week, the Chetvine Grand Auction house would be buzzing. For the wealthy, it was the perfect stage to flaunt their status, show off their wealth, and chase prestige. In a city as rich and extravagant as Chetvine, there was no better destination than the Grand Auction House. Not only did high society gather here, but people could spend freely to display their wealth. Most importantly, it was the largest and most influential auction house in all of Chetvine and even across Holtrien. The treasures that flowed through this place were endless, enough to make even seasoned collectors drool. Some of the rare herbs Andrew needed were difficult to find elsewhere, often requiring endless trouble and time. But here, as long as you had the money, you could buy them in bulk without breaking a sweat. Entering the Chetvine Grand Auction House required verification of funds. Unless you held one of their VIP cards, everyone had to go through financial verification. Andrew di

"Mr. Lloyd, please… wait!" Joaquin panicked when he saw Andrew refusing to budge. He wanted to stop him but did not dare, and he could only watch helplessly as Andrew walked away. Grinding his teeth, he turned to Enzo and urged, "Mr. Reyes, we can't let this slip away!" Enzo was already tempted. He hated Andrew and wanted to put him in his place, but his dislike did not extend to the ninth-grade supreme elixir Andrew had revealed. Everyone knew such pills were priceless. In the Reyes family's auction house, even with their reach and wealth, a ninth-grade elixir was a once-in-a-lifetime treasure. Only Sovereign's Apothecary could produce them in Chetvine, and they never brought their pills here to sell. No one that smart would hand such treasures over to the Reyes family. Clenching his jaw, Enzo rushed forward and blocked Andrew's path. "Fine, leave the pills here and let our auction house handle the rest. But let me be clear: the house takes at least half the cut. And as for t