Everyone’s gaze drifted, subtle or overt, toward the VIP box. Callahan Langley, the cold-faced tycoon known for his utter lack of interest in women, had actually dropped fifty million dollars for a woman?
"Isn't Mr. Langley famous for being indifferent to romance? Last time, the Lawson heiress publicly flirted with him, and he didn't even give her a glance. But now..."
"Who is she? To make Mr. Langley break his rules?"
"I heard her last name is Sloan. Is she from some hidden old-money family?"
Whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire.
After the auction ended, Leilani went backstage alone to handle the paperwork and fill in the delivery address.
Callahan had intended to go in with her, but she waved him off. "It’ll only take a few minutes. Just wait for me here."
Callahan looked at her for a moment before nodding. "Alright."
The moment Leilani walked into the backstage VIP room, she heard a lazy, amused voice.
"Ms. Sloan. What a coincidence."
Micah was leaning against the counter, toying with the pink diamond he had just won, a playful look in his eyes.
"It seems fate really wants us to meet."
The same old trick, over and over. Leilani didn't even bother to look up, walking straight to the staff member. "Hello, I'm here to pick up the 'Dragon's Blood Vine.'"

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