I nodded, "I know. I heard that the person who has come this time is the eldest grandson of the Milton family. It seems that this Mr. Milton has always liked to hold auctions in various places. If he encounters an item he likes, he will buy it at a high price. He must be a collector."
Evan glanced sideways at me, paused for a while before saying, "You'd better watch out. Mr. Roberts told you to be careful."
I nodded and couldn't help but feel that Hendrix's reaction was slightly exaggerated. The Milton family was influential, but any family would have a few people who had certain obsessions and hobbies. The kings in ancient times also loved beautiful women, money, and ornaments.
It was an incredibly normal thing for the Milton family to have a young master who was obsessed with antiques.
Fifteen minutes later.
The car stopped outside the auction museum. I got out of the car as Evan said, "Mrs. Roberts, you can go in first. I will go and look for you later."
I nodded and took out the invitation out of my bag. Looking up at the dozens of steps, I couldn't help but tut. I had no idea why architects always liked to build a few flights of stairs at the entrance while they were constructing various monumental buildings.
Were they trying to tell everyone that they had to work hard in order to enter a place of knowledge and taste like that?
There were several soldiers dressed in military uniforms standing straight-backed at the entrance of the museum.
A staff member in a suit was checking the guests' invitations.
I handed him my invitation. He smiled at me and gave me a bid board, gesturing for me to proceed into the room.
With the bid board in hand, I entered the auction room, where quite a number of people were already seated.
I found my seat based on the invitation card, and Kelsey, who was sitting next to me, had already arrived. Upon seeing me, she said, "I thought you wouldn't come anymore."
I sat down lightly and looked at the people in the auction room. "Why is this auction so grand? Why are there so many people?" I asked in surprise when I realized that there were a lot of people in the room.
Generally speaking, the people who were invited to auctions were powerful and influential people. As there were so many people around, the auction seemed to be somewhat complicated.
She leaned against my ear and whispered, "The VIPs of this auction are all seated in the front row. Mr. Milton has probably saved the seats in the last rows for ordinary people like us to gain some insight."
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