I thought I was clever, but I ended up being the fool; in the end, my clever ploys backfired, creating the most expensive fiasco in auction history.
Liang Weining hadn't slept all night as she pondered how to return the item without anyone noticing.
At ten in the morning, Xu Zhou called to tell her to put aside her current work; the boss needed her help with a private matter.
A private matter?
Xu Zhou explained simply, "The young master is sick and has taken the day off school at home; the school had previously arranged a Chinese interactive learning assignment that required a video submission."
"What can I do?" she asked.
"I'm not sure of the specifics; you can head to Pok Fu Lam now, and Uncle Ming will fill you in with the details."
After exchanging a few words, the call ended.
Liang Weining checked the schedule. Mr. Chen's business engagement was due to finish around eleven o'clock, and there was nothing scheduled between lunch and three in the afternoon.
