The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 116

Two days later, the Crown&Culture charity auction was held as scheduled. Due to Crown&Culture's immense influence in the country, it attracted a gathering of high-profile figures from all walks of life. While everyone was eager to contribute to the cause, there was one particular thing they were all excited about.

The event would mark the first public appearance of Nion. Celebrities and elites from the world of art and collectibles were eager to see what Nion truly looked like. They wondered if he was a refined gentleman, as the rumors had it.

When Paisley and Lucy arrived, there was still some time before the auction would begin. The big business tycoons hadn't arrived yet, and only the organizers and a few representatives from impoverished remote areas were present.

As soon as Paisley and Lucy arrived at the venue, Janet, the editor-in-chief of the magazine, warmly greeted them with a smile. "Ms. Green, you're here so early."

Lucy smiled back at Janet. "Yes, Nion said we should leave early to avoid traffic, but there was no traffic, so we arrived a bit earlier."

Janet glanced behind Lucy, then asked, "Where is Nion?"

Lucy paused, then looked beside her. "Right here."

Only then did Janet's gaze land on Paisley, standing beside Lucy. Her eyes widened in surprise, followed by an excited smile. "So Nion is a lady."

She extended her hand to Paisley apologetically. "Sorry, Nion, I was too close-minded before and thought you were..."

"A man?" Paisley chuckled. It was true that some people referred to her as Mr. Vaire, and others called her Nion.

Nion was her code name. Every time she painted a picture, she would sign off as "Nion," which was part of her pen name, Nion Vaire. So strictly speaking, she should be addressed as Nion or Ms. Vaire.

Janet laughed along and led Paisley into the venue, "Nion, I have some things to take care of, so please make yourself comfortable."

"Alright, you go ahead." Paisley nodded.

The auction hall was quite large, and each seat was labeled with the name of its guest. She quickly spotted her name and was about to sit down when she noticed the group from the remote areas at a nearby table.

Among them was a little girl who appeared to be only a few years older than Serena. The girl was wide-eyed, confused, and frightened, looking around at the busy crowd.