The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 27

The back entrance of the auction house felt strangely quiet. Norris’s car sat idling at the curb, barely making a sound.

Aaron hurried over and held out a wooden box as if it were breakable. “Mr. White, this is the Ambrosia Vitae.”

Norris’s fingers glided over the box, his touch oddly gentle. It looked like any other box, but he knew better. Even the wood had been specially chosen. It could protect what was inside from being ruined by bumps along the road and would preserve its potency for years.

Aaron watched him for a moment, a little baffled. Norris wasn’t interested in checking what was inside. He just traced the wood’s grain with his fingertips like the box was the valuable part.

Unable to hold back his curiosity, Aaron finally spoke. “Mr. White, since we got the Ambrosia Vitae, I haven’t heard a word from anyone. Should I ask the auction house manager to reach out to the seller?”

If this seller was really the person they’d been searching for, even a single meeting could mean hope for Norris’s recovery.

Norris paused. He looked over, his eyes cold and unreadable, his tone certain. “No need. They’ll reach out to you.”

He didn’t just want the Ambrosia Vitae. He was sure the other party knew that too.

Aaron could only nod, his nerves settling a little thanks to Norris’s calm.

That’s when a bodyguard appeared. “Norris, someone’s asking for Aaron.”

Aaron’s eyes lit up. Honestly, he was impressed. Mr. White was always a step ahead.

For the first time, Norris’s cool gaze showed a flicker of emotion. “Bring them to the second-floor suite. I’ll come by in a bit.”

“Of course, sir.” Aaron could barely contain his excitement as he followed the bodyguard. Maybe—just maybe—this was the breakthrough they’d been waiting for.

Paulina shot Sophia a worried look. Even if Aaron was “just” an assistant, everyone knew how close he was to Norris. Didn’t Sophia realize it?

She tried to mend things. “Aaron, Sophia only said that because she’s worried. The truth is, we came to Harrisburg for the Ambrosia Vitae. It’s life or death for one of the Russell family. We’re not expecting the buyer to just hand it over. If they’re willing, we’re prepared to pay above the final price. Could you please help us make contact? If it works, we’ll make sure it’s worth their while.”

She spoke more kindly than Sophia, but it still came off as entitled.

Aaron nearly laughed. Who was going to be swayed by a little more money after spending twenty million in the first place? The Russells just wanted to pressure the buyer with their status.

If Mr. White hadn’t been the one to win the bid, maybe Ms. Russell could have gotten her way. But that wasn’t the case.

Keeping his tone smooth, Aaron answered, “Ms. Russell, I understand what you’re asking. I can’t make any promises, but I’ll reach out to the person who bought it. As soon as I hear anything, I’ll let you know.”