The man’s voice slipped into her ears, sounding husky and cool as usual.

However, Madeline’s heart sank.

Mrs. Whitman.

He called her that.

What did his ‘Mrs. Whitman’ mean though?

Madeline calmly looked at the exquisite and stunning face, quietly heaving a sigh of relief.

Judging by his outfit, he had also come to participate in the bidding tonight. Since he could appear here so dashingly, it seemed that his body was fine.

“Mrs. Whitman, are you alright?” Jeremy asked with a faint smile.