“It’s that piece of sh*t again!” Christopher Lancelot snorted coldly.

He then turned to look at his subordinates. “I know what to do… You guys take Miss Xyla and Mr. Quest to the entrance of the auction house. I have something to tell this woman.”

Xyla Quest didn’t know what Christopher wanted to tell this woman, but she obediently held her father’s hand and started walking out from the parking lot when she heard what he said. They were escorted by her bodyguards as well as Christopher’s men.