CHAPTER 469: REQUEST

"A piece of trash like you should be groveling in gratitude even if I killed you.

How dare you fight back?"

As he spoke, he turned to glare at the men behind him.

"Are you all blind?

Hurry up and seize this insolent bastard!"

If he didn’t teach this arrogant fool a lesson today, how could he ever hold his head high again?

Queen frowned, her eyes filled with disdain and irritation as she stared at Harrison.

This spoiled heir truly embodied the worst of his kind.

The event organizers exchanged uneasy glances at Harrison’s command.

Everyone on this floor was a VIP—someone they couldn’t afford to offend.

Harrison might have the privilege to act recklessly, but they didn’t.

Without explicit orders from their superiors, they hesitated to act, fearing the consequences.

Kai observed them calmly, his expression unreadable.

"What’s the matter?"

Harrison let out a cold, mocking laugh, redirecting his fury toward the organizers.

"Harrison disrespects me, and now you’re doing the same?!"

Daring to look down on the heir of the Harrison family? This was more than they could handle.

The organizers’ faces turned pale with dread.

Just then, a middle-aged foreign man of average height and slightly plump build hurried over with an ingratiating smile, positioning himself beside Harrison.

"Mr. Harrison, please don’t misunderstand—our staff didn’t know any better," he said smoothly..

The organizers visibly relaxed at the sight of him.

Kai had dealt with him before and recognized him as Matvey, the person in charge of the auction.

Kai narrowed his eyes slightly but remained still.

"Misunderstand?"

Harrison glared at Matvey, his fury unabated.

"Take a good look. Does this seem like a misunderstanding to you?"

Matvey broke into a cold sweat as his gaze landed on Harrison’s wrist, still gripped tightly by Kai.

Harrison nodded repeatedly at Kai, forcing a conciliatory smile.

"Easy there, my friend.

Harmony is our priority here.

Let’s talk this out—no need for things to get physical."

Kai had no intention of making things difficult for Matvey—after all, they were all just doing their jobs.

Besides, there was no sense in lashing out at someone who was being polite.

With that, he released Harrison’s wrist.

Yet her body remained firmly planted in front of him, showing no intention of backing down.

"At an auction under your supervision, someone dared to lay hands on me without consequence," Harrison said coldly, rotating his wrist.

His otherwise handsome face was shadowed with menace.

"If you don’t have him apprehended and give me a proper explanation, this auction won’t continue."

His deep voice dripped with an unmistakable threat.

"This..."

Matvey felt a chill crawl down his spine.

Harrison knew others might make empty threats, but this man was fully capable of following through.

Yet, the identity of the person in the private booth—unknown to most—was something he was acutely aware of.

Offending that individual was equally unthinkable.

Just as he was caught in this impossible dilemma, a gentle voice sounded from behind.

"Harrison—"

All eyes turned toward the source of the voice.

A woman with delicate features and an air of quiet grace approached.

The crowd glanced between Juliet and Queen, instantly recognizing the newcomer’s identity.

Queen narrowed her eyes, her expression betraying little surprise.

Looks like this one couldn’t wait any longer.

"Juliet," Harrison’s furrowed brows relaxed slightly as he saw Juliet, the stormy expression on his face softening.

"What brings you here?"

Clearly, he’d been too consumed by anger to notice Juliet standing in the distance all this time.

"I saw that fifteen minutes were almost up, and you still hadn’t come back," Juliet said as she walked over to him, her eyes flickering to his wrist with a pained expression.

"I was worried."

"Harrison, I don’t want you getting into trouble because of me.

I don’t need that diamond jewelry set anymore.

Let’s just go back."

As she spoke, she reached out and took his hand.

Watching her understanding demeanor, Harrison pressed his lips together but didn’t move with her pull.

Instead, he tightened his grip on her hand. "It’s fine.

This isn’t trouble at all.

Don’t worry about it."

Holding her hand firmly, he shot Kai a sharp glare—one that promised retribution—before turning back to Matvey.

"Open the door. I’m going in."

Before Matvey could refuse, Harrison’s tone hardened further.

"Right now, this instant, or I’ll have my people come in and take care of it themselves."

Bring the Harrison family’s men into this?

That would be a disaster for the auction!

Matvey knew Harrison had completely lost his patience and didn’t dare refuse.

"Yes, yes, please stay calm.

I’ll go speak with the guests inside right away," he said hurriedly. Calvin walked over to Kai.

"Listen, young man, do me a favor. Let me go in with you to make the request."

Unlike Harrison, Matvey was the auction house’s manager.

Kai frowned but didn’t refuse.

"Well... alright."

Before turning away, he shot another glance at Harrison.

All that bluster, and in the end, he still had to wait.

What a waste of time.

Harrison naturally caught Kai’s look.

His jaw clenched, the fury in his eyes practically burning through the air.

Once this auction was over, he’d make sure this punk regretted it!

Kai stepped up to the door and pressed the buzzer.

After a brief wait, he stepped inside to report the situation.

Matvey gave Harrison a slight nod before following Kai into the room.

Harrison’s eyes narrowed intently.

Inside the private booth.

"Mr. Taylor—"

Matvey managed to keep his composure when he saw Taylor, but the moment his gaze met Sinclair’s, it felt as if an entire mountain had been dropped onto his shoulders.

His breath hitched, the air suddenly thick with tension.

"And this is—?"

"Mr. Luther of the Luther Group from San Francisco," Taylor replied smoothly, his tone as composed and amiable as ever.

"Sinclair was the one who placed the bid just now. If there’s anything to discuss, you may speak directly with him."

Taylor knew full well that Sinclair had no intention of hiding his identity this time.

The Luther Group Of San Francisco ?!

Matvey was well-versed in the elite families of every nation.

The name, combined with Taylor’s deferential tone, instantly clarified Sinclair’s status.

His plump face paled slightly.

Tonight’s auction had drawn figures far more formidable than expected—each one a titan beyond reproach.

Not a single one was someone they could afford to offend.

Matvey wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a trembling hand, forcing an ingratiating smile.

"Mr. Luther, it’s an honor to finally meet you."

"What do you want?"

Sinclair’s dark eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded Matvey with an indifferent gaze, waiting for him to continue.

"Mr. Luther..." Matvey’s smile looked more like a grimace.

Swallowing hard as he thought of the man waiting outside, he pressed on.

"Well, here’s the thing..." Matvey briefly explained Harrison’s identity and the situation unfolding outside, his eyes pleading.

"What do you think?"

Harrison?

The heir of the Harrison family—one of the three major families in Country E?

Camilla immediately connected the dots, casting a sidelong glance at Taylor with faint amusement in her eyes.

Talk about a small world.