Conference Center.
When Sylvia walked in, it was already full of people. The staff of the court and the notary office were all sitting solemnly on the right side of the front.
She found a seat and sat down quietly.
A staff member picked up the wireless microphone and announced that the foreclosure would begin immediately.
The host walked onto the stage.
A beam of white light shone down from above and hits the beautiful host.
The host, with bright eyes and sharp teeth, was about to speak eloquently. Suddenly, a mother and daughter rushed in from outside.
The eyes of everyone present immediately fell on them.
"They just came here after it started. They should have sneaked in through the back door when they knew they are late, instead they came in from the front so arrogantly, who do they think they are? This is a foreclosure auction, not one of those commercial auctions." Someone started to discuss dissatisfiedly below.
Everyone looked at the mother and daughter with contempt.
Fiona smiled. She had already become accustomed to dealing with this kind of scene.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She clasped her hands together and spoke humbly to everyone, but she walked with Sheryl towards the middle position with her chest held high.
This position was specially reserved for her by Lily.
Her steps were windy, her hands and feet were noble and elegant, and she sat down in the middle position gracefully.
This position is usually reserved for important people, and everyone can immediately guess her identity.
Fiona just wanted to show off and give everyone a show of strength so that they won't always compete with her when bidding.
The corners of Sylvia's lips twitched with disdain
She wanted to laugh.
This mother-daughter pair has a knack for being the center of attention wherever they go, and always manages to attract everyone's attention.
She looked along Fiona and saw her biological father Dominic beside her.
Her eye circles immediately turned red and she bit her lip.
After a while, the hostess took her to the VIP area in the front row.
Her eyes widened.
She only saw one young man sitting there in the entire VIP area.
The man is wearing a light gray suit, elegant and noble, with long legs alternately, holding a cigar in his hand and putting it into his mouth gracefully.
After Sylvia came over, he looked at her with his unpredictable eyes.
"Mr. Bridgewater, you are here too?" Sylvia was a little surprised.
"Sit."
Arthur pointed to the seat next to him and waved to the hostess.
The hostess immediately withdrew.
"What? Can't I come? I told you last night." After Sylvia sat down, Arthur leaned towards her, and the delicious mint smell from his body came straight to her nose. She jumped inexplicably and naturally moved her body to the side.

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