Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 858

In the past four years, the Dragon Regiment had been in chaos and was defeated. The situation in China had also been complicated by disputes between the Graham’s and the Leith’s.

Gregory’s path ahead would only be harder and more dangerous.

With this soft armor, at least it could sometimes guarantee his safety.

Vickie's mind was rambling on, and just then, that warm palm reached out again and held her hand silently in the dark.

As if their hearts were in tune with each other, they turned their heads at the same time and looked at each other again.

They both saw emotion and affection in each other's eyes.

Vickie was startled.

At that moment, she felt a sudden warm current surge through her heart.

A different kind of emotion grew from the bottom of her heart, which caused her to panic.

As she panicked, she pulled away from the hand she was holding and whispered, "Don't do this. We’re in public!"

The woman's shyness and reaction made the man's lips quirk up in pleasure.

He did not persist, but his hand was never withdrawn. It was idly placed there and she could touch it if she leaned slightly.

Vickie’s heart was a bit complex and did not dare to look at him again. She just turned her head towards the stage.

The few more items that came out were either equipment used by ancient emperors and lords, or precious jade and gemstones worn by concubines and queens.

Neither Gregory nor Vickie had any interest in them, so neither of them made a move.

Instead, Massimo Nolan ended up bidding a set of the finest red coral jewelry for Quincy.

As there were more items on auction that day, in the blink of an eye, two hours had already passed.

The host announced a 20-minute intermission before the second half of the auction began.

The crowd dispersed and started to head out to the hall outside to move around and rest.

Vickie and Gregory also went outside together.

Needless to say, Massimo and Quincy followed them. Perhaps because they were already familiar with each other, so Quincy did not look as bashful as when they first met. She was now laughing and joking with Massimo and the atmosphere was lively.

The four of them went to the hall outside, and soon, someone came to socialize with Gregory.

The other party was a balding middle-aged man with a big beer belly who came over with a glass of champagne and smiled.

"Congratulations, Mr. Graham! You've got the most precious thing today.”

Gregory faintly smiled, picked up his glass, and clinked it with him.

After finishing the drink, the other party smiled and said, "I wonder if Young Master Graham heard about another unique treasure that will appear as an auction item today."

Gregory raised his eyebrows and did not hide it.

"I know."

"Is that what brought Young Master Graham here as well?"

Gregory's gaze was devilish as he smiled and said, "I'm afraid that the vast majority of the people who came over today are only here for this."

He thought that the other party would be quite agreeable.

Unexpectedly, the man just sighed and shook his head. Then with a mysterious look, he leaned in and said, "Truth be told, I don't really believe in the legend of bringing the dead back to life. It's hard to say whether it’s useful or not, but now that everyone’s going crazy trying to snatch it up, it's no longer a lucky object."

Gregory’s eyes narrowed slightly.

After a while, he only said, "Good insight, Mr. Clinton."