When Clara woke up, she was lying backstage in the art exhibition hall.

“Miss Clara, you’re awake!”

Michael immediately rushed to her in concern.

“Mr. Carson…”

Clara slowly regained her senses, but her face darkened.

She was humiliated at the art auction today.

“Mr. Carson, why are you still here?” Clara’s expression turned cold, and she was very indifferent toward him.

Michael had always claimed to be her fan, but he ignored her desperate gaze for help during the auction.

“Miss C