Walter sighed without commenting further. They'd used me all those years ago. What's the point of holding on to the grudge until now?
After their meal, Theodore personally escorted Jared to Jausden Auction House to prevent Sean from finding trouble with Jared.
Jared sensed the movement of spiritual energy upon setting foot in the exhibition hall. Though faint, it was enough to prove that there were indeed some authentic artifacts amongst the exhibits.
The vast space was filled with glass cabinets containing every antique one could imagine. Glittering under the yellow fluorescent bulbs, they told stories of their origins.
“Mr. Chance!”
Jared turned toward the source of the familiar voice only to discover that it was Tristan, who quickened his pace toward the former. “I didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Chance!”
Jared smiled at him. “When did you return, Tristan? How is Ms.
Simmons?”
“I've arrived yesterday just to attend this auction,” replied Tristan. “Megan is doing well. In fact, she's been inducted into the Crescent Sect!”
Jared felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. After all, it was for his sake that her father, Dante, had sacrificed himself.
“Is this Mr. Chance, Tristan?” An old man joined them.
“Yes, he is, Grandpa,” introduced Tristan before turning to Jared. “Mr. Chance, meet my grandfather.
Samuel Baileys.”
Jared nodded. “Mr. Baileys.”
Samuel sank into a deep bow. “What a fine specimen of a man you are, Mr. Chance! It is the honor of the Baileys to be at your service.”
Samuel's demeanor drew the attention of a large crowd. They could not comprehend how the patriarch of the powerful Baileys of Jadeborough could lower his voice and speak with so much courtesy to such a young man.
“Mr. Baileys has a good judge of character,” Theodore said approvingly.
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