Annie saw Finn approaching, her lips tightly pursed with a hint of frustration and whispered into his ear.

"Finn, this is Tracy's plot to harm me."

Finn nodded, gently gripping Annie's slender, delicate fingers that trembled slightly. He then raised his head, looking calmly in Tracy's direction.

"How much is that vase?"

Tracy's angry demeanor had already diminished halfway, and Finn's mixture of icy composure and arrogance made others hesitate. She clenched her hand to maintain her confidence, ...