Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 62: Auction 1

When Claire Prescott came out after washing up, Keane Lowell was sitting on the sofa waiting for her, dressed in his usual elegant and aloof style with a shirt and trousers. When their eyes met, she felt a pang of guilt.

He wouldn’t be so petty as to deny her a kiss, would he?

"Come here." The man ordered, his tone carrying an unclear meaning, as if he wanted to have a serious talk with her.

She sat over, and his arm wrapped around her waist. With a slight exertion of force, he lifted her entirely, seating her steadily on his lap.

When their eyes met, Claire’s heart trembled slightly.

The man’s gaze was passionately intense, his almond eyes like ink dots, deep and unfathomable, yet there were dark circles under them, suggesting he hadn’t slept well last night.

Last night she slept soundly, only remembering falling asleep while he was massaging her, but as for how she ended up rolling onto him later, she truly didn’t know.

She couldn’t help but ask, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Slept quite well."

Observing his demeanor, she faintly felt that something was amiss.

She hurriedly changed the subject, "Let’s go have breakfast first, we still need to get to work later."

However, as soon as she moved, he pressed her back down.

Next, her lips were sealed.

...

After having breakfast at the hotel, Keane personally drove her back to Sinclair Apothecary.

As she got out of the car, Claire watched him leave.

Turning around, she was unexpectedly met with the gaze of her grandfather.

At the moment he was leaning against the door of Sinclair Apothecary, holding a health pot in his hand, looking at her with deep eyes, seemingly having stood there for some time.

Her heart tightened a little. Calmly ascending a few steps, she greeted him with a smile, "Grandfather, have you had breakfast?"

The old doctor did not respond to her question, staring at her light-colored dress, "Did you stay over at Zara’s last night, and she just sent you back?"

Listening to him speak like that, it’s probably clear the secret was out.

The Beijing A-series license plate, no matter how you think about it, doesn’t connect with Zara.

"No, it was Keane who sent me back," Claire seized the chance, only giving him half an answer.

Yet the old doctor’s gaze seemed to penetrate through her, though he did not pursue the matter further, only hinting, "Girls should still be a bit more reserved."

Claire’s face heated slightly.

Avoiding her grandfather’s gaze which seemed like he was watching a show, she moved inside, saying, "I... I’ll go get busy now."

Returning to her private space, she finally exhaled a sigh of relief.

Something’s not right...

The grandfather has met Keane, thinking about his attitude towards Keane last time, he shouldn’t oppose nor interfere with them being together, so why is she tense?

She gathered her thoughts.

Hearing her aunt outside yelling made her recall the confrontation scene from last night.

The Meteorite Necklace...

At noon she skipped lunch and ran directly to the Wanderer’s Pawn shop mentioned by her aunt.

As soon as she entered, a guide approached, proactively introducing their services and products.

Jewelry and various collectibles were displayed in glass showcases, and Claire asked directly, "Did you receive a Meteorite Necklace from a woman more than a week ago?"

The guide pondered her meaning for a while, "There is a Meteorite Necklace, the acquisition decisions are handled by our boss. I heard that the necklace is crafted from Moon Meteorite, and our boss has already sent it to an auction. The lady even came by yesterday wanting to redeem it."

Claire frowned slightly, "That necklace is very important to me, I want to redeem it. Is your boss here now?"

"Our boss is not here." The guide kindly said, "The necklace is already contracted with the auction house. If you want it, you can acquire it through bidding at the auction, which is scheduled for the sixteenth of this month, at The Kystral Grand Hotel conference center."

Sixteenth...

That’s the day after tomorrow.

Claire’s face looked somewhat stern.

After a moment of contemplation, she finally asked, "Do you know how much the woman exchanged the necklace for?"

The guide apologized, "Sorry, we can’t disclose that information."

"Could you give me your boss’s contact information?"

...

For the past two days, Claire has been dealing with buyers from the pawn shop and customer service at the auction house, determined to reclaim the necklace at the lowest cost, yet they refused to believe the necklace was hers, even when she presented her ID, still suspecting her of deceit.

A cold war with her aunt was inevitable.

Rumor has it, when her mother married, she chose to have a secret wedding, not even holding a banquet, aside from two elderly folks and her uncle, no one knew her family background.

Presumably, it’s because everyone understands what her aunt is like. When her aunt met her and wanted to ask who her father was, her uncle and others chose to conceal the truth.

...

On the evening of the sixteenth, she left work early and headed alone to the auction.

Arriving at the hotel’s portico.

As Claire got off the car, she saw a luxury car parked ahead of them.

Right after, a familiar figure stepped out from the car, dressed in a bespoke high-end suit, imposing yet graceful.

As he turned his face, Claire’s body froze suddenly, hurriedly finding a nearby pillar to hide behind.

What a coincidence, how could she run into Finn Prescott here?

If he’s here for the auction too, then wouldn’t...

Claire furrowed her brow. Looking again, the doorway was empty, and his figure was gone.

She pondered whether she should go inside.

But she definitely had to reclaim the necklace.

After composing herself, she emerged from behind the pillar and walked towards the hotel lobby.

Before coming here, she had already checked, the auction is on the sixteenth floor, though she had never attended one, she was clear on the process.

Then, as soon as she entered the elevator and pressed the floor button, Assistant Cheney followed inside.

Both were surprised for a moment.

Mr. Cheney reacted first, greeted her, "Miss Prescott."

Then, he naturally pressed the button for the eighteenth floor.

With only the two of them in the elevator, seeing him holding documents, Claire couldn’t help asking, "Is Keane here too?"

"President Lowell is meeting a foreign partner on the eighteenth floor."

Seeing the lit floor button, Mr. Cheney asked, "Miss Prescott, are you attending the auction?"

Claire nodded, without saying much else.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Cheney asked again, "Did you come alone, Miss Prescott?"

Not expecting him to ask that, Claire raised her eyes to look at him, answering with a simple, "Yes."

Without thinking much, as the floor arrived, she bid goodbye and left.

After registering at the counter and paying the deposit, she took her auction number and entered the venue.

At the same time, Mr. Cheney opened a heavy door, delivered the documents, and whispered in Keane’s ear, reporting what he had just seen.

Keane calmly instructed, "She’s interested in anything in particular, help her win it, no budget limit."

Because the boss was temporarily tied up, he delegated the task to him.

Having been by his side for years, Mr. Cheney could understand the weight of such words, ensuring that anything Claire liked must be secured.

Without much talk, Mr. Cheney turned and got to work.