2:00 PM.
At the entrance of the Brooksdale Legacy Hotel, a taxi slowly came to a stop.
The car door opened, and I, dressed in a suit, stepped out.
I wouldn't be foolish enough to wear my old clothes to the auction, or else trouble would follow me everywhere.
"Dressing like this today, hope nothing happens."
I walked toward the main entrance and soon saw a worried Stephanie Martin standing there daydreaming.
Stephanie was dressed quite casually today, with prominent dark circles under her eyes, looking worn out.
I walked over and directly said, "What are you daydreaming about? Let's go."
Stephanie snapped back to reality and quickly said respectfully, "Mr. Johnson, you're here..."
This time she didn't dare to show any disrespect to David. After all, her master and grandfather had repeatedly reminded her of David's terrifying reputation, and with the recent issues in the family, she learned to be more restrained.
