Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 932

I felt my head spinning. "I don't know much about clothing brands, so I don't usually pay attention to these things."

“This man and Keith are of the same level." Heidi smiled. "A tycoon like Mr. Grant usually wears clothes that cost more than millions."

I had never closely examined the brand of clothes Theo usually wore. I said helplessly, “His clothes are usually custom-made. Besides, he has been wearing the same color for many years. Nothing seems special about the clothes he wears."

He always wore black, and there was not a single exception.

Heidi gasped. "Custom-made ones are the expensive ones, okay? The designer's labor cost alone is an astronomical amount. His clothes are designed by a renowned designer, hand-tailored by the best tailor, and are no doubt the only ones of their kind out there. There won't be a second piece. You’ll be horrified by how expensive it is."

I pursed my lips and did not say anything else.

The clothes we wore on weekdays were regularly sent over by Theo. I supposed they were all custom-made. I was not exactly particular about clothes and was fine with them as long as they were presentable to wear when I went out. Hence, I never really studied these things.

The sandalwood box was eventually given to that bidder, but I did not think that it was a pity.

In my opinion, that box was not worth this much.

I asked Keith to get the man's contact details. If he was curious about what was in the box, he would agree to try and open it too.

The following items that were up for auction were all jewelry pieces. I was not interested and planned to leave.

Heidi had no plans on leaving yet, so Keith and I left first.

After leaving the banquet hall, a man called out to us.

It was the man who got the sandalwood box. He walked up to me. "Hello, Miss. Do I have the honor to have a drink with you?"

I glanced at Keith and figured he must have told this guy that I had the other box.

Keith nodded to indicate that I could accept the invitation.

I looked at the man and asked, "What’s your name, Sir?"