Theodore Prescott

Theodore Prescott

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Women in luxurious evening gowns elegantly held glasses of martini or champagne in their delicate hands, while men, having unbuttoned their jackets, established new business or personal connections. In the brightly lit opera hall, rows of velvet chairs lined the space, and natural candles burned on the chandeliers, adding to the atmosphere of high society. Muted conversations and laughter filled the air. The elite of American society eagerly prepared for the auction.

The so-called "unique lots" that Ryan had mentioned appeared on the stage. And then his eyes fell on someone. A girl.

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Created Jan 17, 2025

Updated Jan 17, 2025

Published Jan 17, 2025

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