For a moment, Catherine felt bad. Lawson's jowls trembled, and his eyes were wide. The dark circles under his eyes were still there, and his skin looked pasty and pale. The tuxedo hung slightly too big on him—he really was a broken man.

"I can't stop the auction now," she said.

"Well, if you refuse, I'll do it myself," he huffed.

He rushed out of the box, and Melanie and Madison raced after him.

"Is this why you asked them here?" Sean asked dryly.

"I don't know why I asked them here," she ...