Chapter 93

Dylan Orlando stood under the spotlight, his tall frame accentuated by the dark suit.

His fingers were long and strong, with distinct knuckles—a testament to years of handling celadon.

Whispers and gasps rippled through the audience.

"It's really Master Orlando!"

"I heard his celadon pieces sell for millions..."

Isabella Langley's gaze cut through the crowd, locking onto Sebastian Valdemar.

She had deliberately chosen a backless gown, the slit in her skirt teasing glimpses of skin.

"Mr. Valdemar." Her voice dripped with saccharine sweetness.

Sebastian didn't even glance up.

Isabella's nails dug into her palms.

Near the back entrance, Evelyn Roland adjusted her cap.

Hidden in the oversized sleeves of her janitor uniform was a miniature camera.

"New here?" An older cleaner eyed her suspiciously.

Evelyn offered a shy smile. "Supervisor Wang asked me to familiarize myself with the venue."

She intentionally used the wrong name.

"You mean Supervisor Li?" The cleaner corrected, her expression softening slightly.

Evelyn exhaled inwardly.

By the trash bin in the corner, she pretended to wipe down a table.

The angle provided a perfect view of the VIP section.

Sebastian's profile was sharp under the lights.

Dylan was showcasing a celadon vase, its glaze the color of sky after rain.

Isabella suddenly rose and strode toward the stage.

Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor.

"Master Orlando, may I admire it up close?"

Her voice carried, drawing every eye in the room.

Evelyn's camera discreetly shifted focus.

Sebastian finally looked up, his brow furrowing.

The cleaner reappeared abruptly. "Girl, go collect the trash in the restroom."

Evelyn's fingers twitched.

The camera nearly slipped from her grasp.