Aidan Lucas, who was unwilling to meddle in others' affairs, was ensnared by an old expert in the collectibles field and had no choice but to take the cell phone handed to him.
At a glance, the black pupils that were originally cold and indifferent, suddenly brightened a few degrees.
The vase depicted in the photo was indeed identical to the one being auctioned on stage.
Such a precious antique vase was already rare, and now, another one had appeared.
This was enough for Aidan Lucas to squint his eyes and take the matter seriously.
"Is the vase in this photo from your family's collection?"
Aidan Lucas bypassed the Old Hag and looked directly at Monica, who was seated to the Old Hag's right.
This was tonight, the first time that Aidan Lucas had looked at another woman with seriousness, besides Lily.
Monica, with beauty that rivaled flowers, met Aidan Lucas's gaze, and her large watery eyes blinked innocently like a deer's.
"Um, yes."
Monica was indeed very beautiful.
