The young lady opposite him was neither fawning nor arrogant, as if the person in front of her was not Mr. Cook, but an acquaintance who was on par with her.
"Mr. Cook, your reputation precedes you. I have long heard of your magnanimity, and indeed you live up to your name."
Cello Cook burst into laughter, seemingly in quite a good mood.
Everyone was surprised that he wasn't angry. It seemed he even appreciated Ms. Aubree?
It was unexpected, but then again, upon reflection, it made sense.
After all, what kind of person was Mr. Cook? How could he possibly bicker with a young lady? It wouldn't befit his dignity.
However, after this, Ms. Aubree wouldn't stand a chance among the social circles of Lostswa.
The auctioneer carefully shifted his gaze between the two, then astutely brought the painting over to Ms. Aubree. "Ms. Aubree, please accept this."
"Dare she take it?" Stella White sneered.
Brenda Lopez curved her lips, "Why wouldn't she?"
