The curtains of the VIP suite on the second floor were drawn open.

Olivia sat in a leather chair, sipping her champagne as she gazed toward the auction floor. Her eyes landed precisely on Marcus and Alexander.

Dorothy, standing on her tiptoes, peered curiously over the railing.

"Mommy, kind-hearted uncle is at the auction too? Where is he?"

"Third row, center," Olivia replied casually. "The one wearing the black and white Phantom ...