She carefully inspected the woman wrapped tightly in front of her.
With a cold snort in her heart, it was clear this was a mistress coming to auction off the patron's things, because they were invaluable and belonged to someone.
That's why she didn't dare show her face when selling them.
She's seen this kind of thing many times; cutting a million is just routine, what's there not to be satisfied about?
Initially, she considered opening her mouth wide and immediately cutting five million.
Yet she couldn't help it, the quality was really too good.
Having the appraiser find flaws would already be challenging.
Isla Sutton looked at the jewelry box in front of her, dumbfounded.
On top of that, her phone rang again.
She grabbed her necklace and looked around.
The store manager instantly reacted, saying directly, "Ma'am, let me take you to our VIP room. You can make phone calls there."
Isla Sutton's tone was commanding, "Hurry up!"
