The Proprietor's Cold Sweat
At this moment, Cavir Walton hurriedly ran in.
His footsteps came rapidly from the corridor.
The moment he entered the room and saw Leon standing, Cavir Walton's entire body went cold.
His grey hair was slightly disheveled from rushing over, and sweat had already gathered along his forehead. His black eyes darted from Leon to Lord James.
Oh god…
Cavir Walton almost felt his soul leave his body.
Are you trying to scare me to death?
I just left, and you're already here.
He had barely managed to walk away from the private room after making all the arrangements for the auction. He had thought everything would proceed smoothly.
Instead, before he could even take a proper breath, trouble had already arrived.
Don't you know that I'm very fragile inside?
I can't stand this kind of stimulation.
His heart hammered against his ribs.
Fortunately, he came in time.
If he was a step late, this Lord James would probably die here today.
