Chapter 2 Guess Who Three Of Us Saw Today

Five years later, in the country of Klicta, the grand hall of its most prestigious auction house was packed with social elites and public figures.

On stage stood a woman in white-the auctioneer. Her hair was perfectly styled, a fine veil covering her face. Though her features were hidden, her elegance was unmistakable; every move she made held the room's attention.

She presented the lot in fluent Klictan, calm and composed. The moment she finished, the bidders below erupted into a fierce bidding war.

Her clear, radiant eyes moved steadily across the room, and with the gavel held confidently in her hand, she presided over the entire auction with natural command.

Daniel watched quietly from the balcony on the second floor. Tilting his head a little, he glanced toward her again. "So that's the person Grandpa insisted on meeting?"

Archie Chapman, his assistant, handed him a file. "Yes. Her name is Amelia Morgan. She joined this auction house five years ago. At her very first auction, she sold an antique painting originally valued at one million dollars for sixty million, which was sixty times the starting price. That sale made her famous."

Daniel's eyes narrowed slightly. "Has she always worn that veil?"

Archie paused for a moment as he considered the question. "Yes. I once heard someone offered her ten million just to take it off, but she refused. People say she must be terribly unattractive if she's so determined to hide her face."

Daniel pressed his cigarette into the ashtray and continued watching her in silence. "She has beautiful eyes."

He felt certain that someone with eyes like that could hardly be unattractive.

Besides, they reminded him of Emilia-the woman who, five years ago, had left behind divorce papers, secretly ended her pregnancy, and vanished without leaving even the slightest trace.

"Bring her to me," Daniel said as he stood.

After taking several steps, he stopped and turned back toward Archie. "It's been five years, and you still haven't found anything about Emilia?"

Archie's expression stiffened uneasily.

People often claimed that no one could disappear without leaving behind some trace, yet Emilia had done exactly that, and in those five years not a single clue about her had surfaced.

Daniel sighed in frustration. "Keep looking."

In his mind, Emilia had been merciless-divorcing him, ending the pregnancy, and cutting off every path he might use to find her.

No one knew that he, the CEO of the Wright Group, had been the one handed the divorce agreement. No one knew that for the past five years, he had searched desperately for the woman who had walked out of his life.

He intended to find her, because he wanted to ask what unforgivable mistake he had made to deserve such cruelty.

When Daniel walked away, Archie remained standing there, rigid as cold sweat spread across his back. He had searched everywhere for Emilia, but found nothing.

Trying to locate someone who had been missing for five years was like searching for a needle lost in a haystack.

Archie muttered to himself, overwhelmed by frustration. "Where on earth are you?"

The auction eventually concluded. Amelia offered a graceful bow before stepping down from the podium.

Five years earlier, Emilia had arrived in Klicta and begun working at an auction house under the name Amelia Morgan. To avoid unnecessary trouble, she always kept her face hidden beneath a veil whenever she worked.

She walked back toward her office.

At that moment, a cheerful little girl ran straight toward her with open arms and wrapped herself around Emilia's leg. "Mommy!" she called brightly.

Emilia lifted the veil, revealing a delicate face of striking beauty. She bent down, picked up her daughter Olivia Moore, and kissed her gently on the cheek. "Have you been waiting here long, sweetheart? Where are your brothers?"

Olivia clenched her small fists and lifted her chin with irritation. "They went outside to play!"

"They didn't take you with them?" Emilia asked.

"They said they're playing boys' games and I can't join," Olivia replied.

Emilia sighed quietly. She understood perfectly well that her two sons had simply wanted to play by themselves without Olivia following along.

Back then, crushed by heartbreak, Emilia had originally planned to terminate the pregnancy. Yet when she finally stood outside the operating room, she found she couldn't bring herself to go through with it. In the end, she decided to keep the babies.

Two months after settling in Klicta, she gave birth to three children-two boys and a girl. They were Leo Moore, the eldest, Asher Moore, the second son, and Olivia, the youngest.

Leo was calm and reliable, Asher was energetic and mischievous, and Olivia was the gentlest and sweetest of the three.

Holding the lovely little girl in her arms, Emilia felt deeply grateful for the choice she had made years earlier.

"Mommy, guess who the three of us saw today?" Olivia suddenly asked.

"And who was it that you saw?" Emilia asked softly.

"My terrible father," Olivia replied.

She spoke loudly, yet Emilia somehow failed to hear the words clearly.

"What did you say you saw, Olivia?" Emilia asked.

"We saw our father-the TV guy! His name's... um... Daniel. He's a bad man. A really, super-duper scary man," Olivia said while waving her hands to demonstrate.

When Emilia heard those words, a sharp ache rose in her chest.

During the past few years, Daniel's name had rarely been mentioned around her.

For a time, she had almost forgotten that he even existed.

But hearing Olivia speak his name now stirred up old memories, leaving a bitter taste in her heart.

She couldn't imagine how Daniel could possibly be here.

However, since her children only knew that their father's name was Daniel Wright and had seen him on television a few times, she assumed they must have mistaken someone else.

"You must have mistaken someone for him, dear. He wouldn't come here," Emilia said.

"But-" Olivia began. Two knocks sounded at the door and cut her off.

"Who is it?" Emilia called out.

"Amelia, are you busy in there? The manager wants you in his office right away. A very important client asked to see you. The manager said you should hurry," a voice from outside replied.

Emilia found herself wondering who this supposedly important client could be.

Their auction house regularly hosted wealthy patrons, yet it was rare for the manager to show anyone such urgency and deference.

The thought made her mildly curious about just how significant the visitor really was.

"I'm free right now. I'll head there immediately," she answered.

"But I really did see him," Olivia murmured, her small brows knitting together.

Emilia turned toward her, and the little girl blinked her wide, watery eyes before asking in a faintly disappointed voice, "Are you going back to work again, Mommy?"

She gently guided Olivia onto the sofa and spoke with a hint of apology. "Stay here for a little while, sweetheart. I'll be back soon, okay?"

Olivia wished her mother would stay with her, yet she knew she couldn't stop her from returning to work. She had always been a very obedient little girl.

"Alright, Mommy. I'll wait here for you."

Emilia leaned down to kiss her cheek again, slipped a piece of bread into her hands, and said, "Eat this for now. Later, I'll take you and your brothers out for a big dinner, alright?"

"Okay," Olivia answered obediently.

Emilia smiled softly, lowered the veil over her face once again, and walked out of the room.

Holding the bread tightly in both hands, Olivia hurried to the doorway and peeked quietly outside.

Seeing her mother disappear down the hall made her feel terribly bored.

She set the bread aside, tapped her smartwatch, and sent Leo and Asher a voice message in her gentle tone. "Where are you? I'm coming to find you."

Soon afterward, a location pin appeared along with their voice reply: "Underground parking lot."

In the underground parking lot, Leo and Asher stood beside a black Maybach.

Leo crossed his arms and gave Asher a thoughtful look. "You're certain this belongs to that awful man?"

Asher was busy drawing across the car with colored markers.

When he finished, he stepped back and looked over his work with obvious satisfaction. "I'm sure. I saw him get out of this car myself."

Studying the crooked words scrawled across the vehicle, Leo muttered under his breath, "This hartless man abandind his wife and kids."