Dylan discreetly took out his phone, opened the camera, and snapped a photo.
Meanwhile, in the office, George lifted his head from a stack of work and casually picked up his phone to check it.
Dylan sent a photo...
At first glance, he recognized Isabelle’s silhouette and Sam walking side by side in the photo. Sam was turned slightly towards her, chatting animatedly, his face practically splitting with a wide grin.
The auction would begin in half an hour. Isabelle and the others took their seats in the middle row of the venue. Dylan sat closest to the aisle, Isabelle beside him, and Sam in the middle.
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