Lewis’ POV

The blonde European woman is the highest bidder. Her grin is full of pride. Envious gazes bite at her, but she obviously gives zero fu–s.

I swear under my breath, tongue gliding over my teeth. The chances of anyone else getting that last painting are very slim now. Luke meets my gaze and flicks his left eyebrow stealthily. I nod, clenching my jaw.

The second painting is paraded again with excessive care. The moment it’s unveiled, the gray-haired money Lord in front jerks ...