"What meritorious deed are you talking about?" Adam leaned toward Eric and Desmond, knowing the father and son duo would most likely ignore him. Still, earning Prestige without trading was a novelty, and curiosity demanded an answer.
A sharp scrutiny from Eric answered his question, followed by a wave of his hand, as if he fanned pests away.
"Don't think I've forgotten your earlier little stunt." When he spoke, his fists tightened on his knees. "I'll know everything about you and your family once this auction ends. Every underhanded deal and crime they thought no one knew about will come to light. And once they do, I'll arrange a little trip to the other side of the sea just for you—the kind you'll never return from."
Adam rolled his eyes as the auctioneer's gavel thumped three times against his lectern. The bidding war for his final coat had finally ended, and the result—thirty million Prestige—made him forget about Eric's threats.
