In the past, Shawn Lane would have been delighted to hear his father say such things.
But now, after what had happened with Beatrice Lynn—who might even be pregnant—Shawn Lane felt he couldn’t face Cecilia Sterling anymore whenever he thought about it.
When they ran into each other at the restaurant the other day, his first instinct was to hide.
"Dad, I’m tired. As for Cecilia Sterling and me..." Shawn Lane’s eyes dimmed as he lowered his head. His voice was listless and weary as he said, "Let’s just leave it at that."
With that, Shawn Lane turned and left the study, clearly unwilling to discuss it any further.
Seeing this, Walter Lane could only sigh and shake his head. ’Our son has been too sheltered,’ he thought. ’So much so that "a little" emotional setback can leave him this dejected.’
’Eventually, he’ll understand. The one thing a successful man should never do is invest too much energy and emotion in a woman.’
*
On the last day of the month, the auction for the Genesis Fashion Park was held at the Sunstone District Real Estate Trading Center.
Cecilia Sterling had already visited the relevant departments to obtain the auction documents, submit a bidding application, and pay the bidding deposit.
Whether a corporation or an individual was bidding, the preliminary procedures were the same. Once her application was approved, Cecilia Sterling officially became a registered bidder for the land auction.
As it was an official government auction, the trading center wasn’t elaborately decorated—just a simple banner hung for the occasion.
And since it wasn’t a project tender meeting, no refreshments were provided.
Cecilia Sterling had never attended an event like this before. After asking a staff member for directions, she went to the registration desk, presented her bidder identification, and received her bidding paddle.
Number 47!
It wasn’t yet time to enter the auction hall, but the lobby was already filling up with teams representing major corporations. Bosses rarely attended these events in person. Instead, their teams came prepared, having already calculated the maximum bid for their target properties. They would only contact their superiors for remote instructions if an unexpected situation arose.
Surrounded by a sea of sharp-suited elites, Cecilia Sterling’s breezy, casual outfit was particularly conspicuous. She stood quietly in a corner, an effortless beauty behind her sunglasses, yet she still drew surprised glances from those around her.
It was because she was holding a bidding paddle.
Individual bidders were a rare sight at official government auctions. The few who did appear were typically well-known investment tycoons.
But Cecilia Sterling looked like just a young woman, and an unfamiliar one at that. It was only natural that people grew curious about her.
Cecilia Sterling ignored the various stares, busying herself with her phone. She was chatting with her sister, patiently waiting for the auction to begin.
Just as she was absorbed in her phone, a surprised voice suddenly sounded from above her.
"Babe?"
Cecilia Sterling instinctively looked up at the sound of the voice. She was taken aback when she saw Saul Thorne’s handsome, surprised face. "Huh?"
The next second, they looked at each other and said in unison, "What are you doing here?"
Cecilia Sterling laughed first. She openly brandished the paddle in her hand. "I’m a bidder."
Saul Thorne was in uniform today, a first for Cecilia Sterling to see. It made him look even taller and more upright, lending him an air of dignified authority that was completely different from his usual casual look.
’Still handsome either way!’


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