"Ethan," Alistair said, entering the lounge where Ethan was stretching his arms, a towel draped around his neck. "Virgil just called. The auction is happening tomorrow."
Ethan straightened, blinking in confusion. "Tomorrow? What? That old man told me it'd take at least a week to prepare."
Alistair nodded with a slight frown. "That's what he told me too. But something changed. He didn't say much,just insisted I inform you right away."
Ethan furrowed his brows. "Why the sudden urgency?"
Alistair shrugged. "I don't know. He said he'll explain everything when we meet tomorrow."
On the nearby couch, Jasmine lowered her cup of tea, her eyes flicking toward them. "Auction?"
Rhea, who had been quietly scrolling through her phone beside her, looked up with a puzzled expression. "What auction are they talking about?"
Natalie crossed her legs, a calm smile forming. "It's a long story. But to summarize,Ethan found a painting. A very old and extremely rare one. It's called Mosalina."
