Zarelle nodded, unsurprised by the news. It was only natural that Ash Firm wouldn’t give up such a golden opportunity.
She flipped open the first page of the document, her eyes scanning the figures. “Is this our bid ceiling?”
The number was quite substantial, causing Zarelle to raise an eyebrow in response.
Gwen confirmed with a nod. “Indeed.”
“Got it.”
The venue for the bidding was a grand banquet hall, adorned with dazzling crystal chandeliers that cast a mesmerizing glow, creating an atmosphere of opulence and allure. People moved about, engaging in polite conversations while discreetly prying into each other’s bids.
As Zarelle stepped into the hall, her eyes immediately landed on Calden. He looked dashing in a tailored suit, engrossed in conversation with the people
