It was around eight o'clock at night when a figure stepped out of the mansion, standing at just 5 feet 9 inches, clad in a pale green Kiton K50 suit. A bright smile lit his face, and his energy radiated with quiet confidence.
Tonight was the night—the grand auction at the Mega Hall. And Caleb? He was more than ready.
The event had drawn billionaires and millionaires from across the continent, all of them potential clients. As one of the major shareholders of High Crest Hall, Caleb knew eyes would be on him.
He paused beside a sleek McLaren parked at the front. Standing by the car was Herald, his loyal assistant, holding the keys.
"Young sir, should I drive you to the venue?" Herald asked politely.
Caleb turned to him with a warm smile. "No need. Take the night off—I've got this," he replied, gently taking the keys from his hand.
Herald opened his mouth to object, but Caleb was already inside, the door sliding shut with a quiet click.
