On the next day, twelve o’clock at noon.

Harvey went to the Golden Sands Hotel. He looked at the antique-looking renovations, thinking that it was quite a coincidence to come back here so often.

That said, Harvey preferred the bustling sight of the place, not the entire place completely booked again.

Blaine was still the one who booked it, and he was still waiting inside the VIP room.

Westley got someone to ask Harvey to meet up, but Harvey simply refused. Blaine had to make the call for this all to happen.

After arriving at a spacious room, Harvey casually looked inside to find a middle-aged man in a robe sitting beside Blaine.

The man had a stern expression and a square face; he looked as if he was in his fifties, yet he had such a dignified aura that people feared and respected. He was playing with a turquoise carving. The turquoise had completely turned green; it was clearly something invaluable.

Harvey saw the item in an auction, and it cost thousands of dollars at least. A