Gregory's mind was spiraling into chaos.
How?
He stared at the black titanium case in Lukas's hand,the unmistakable container that held the priceless painting, Mosalina.
We left it in the tunnel. We didn't touch it. How the hell did it end up here?
Trevor beside him looked pale, barely able to stand still. Gregory wiped the sweat forming on his brow.
We're fucked. Dead.
Just then, a calm yet commanding voice rang across the auction hall like a thunderclap in silence.
"Wait a minute, Princess."
Heads turned instantly toward the voice. It was Ethan. He had taken a step forward, his hands still casually in his pockets, his posture relaxed,yet his words brought the entire room to a halt.
"I don't think Master Yun is the culprit."
A stunned silence followed.
Then—
"What?"
"Is he defending the thief?"
"This boy… what is he even saying?"
"Explain yourself!" came the shout from a noble in the crowd.
