Charles had no idea what the two men standing nearby were thinking—he was too busy getting distracted by something shiny on the table. His eyes lit up as he spotted a piece of porcelain.
It looked sort of like a plate, but it was crystal clear and sparkled in the light. He picked it up and gave it a little shake, admiring it.
The doctor practically yelped, “Careful, young master! That’s a white ice jade plate—there’s only one like it in the world! Please don’t drop it!”
Charles didn’t know the first thing about white ice jade. He just thought it looked cool and shiny. “I want this one, big bro.”
The man took a slow sip of coffee. “Alright. Pack up, let’s go.”
Charles grinned from ear to ear and handed the plate to the doctor, who looked like he was about to have a heart attack. That thing was worth a fortune. But since the eldest master hadn’t objected, the doctor could only keep quiet and start wrapping it up.
Charles’s excitement skyrocketed the moment he stepped onto the private jet. He couldn’t even think about sleeping.
The man next to him still had that cool, mature vibe going, typing away on his laptop like nothing in the world could faze him.
Charles got bored fast and couldn’t help striking up a conversation. “So, when did Mitch head to the capital?”
“Mitch already left. He’s meeting us there.”
Charles nodded. Supposedly, Walter’s birthday party this time was going to be huge—a real event.
“Will my sister be at the party too?”
The man’s fingers froze over the keyboard. Word was, the Ferguson family wasn’t happy with her, and hadn’t she lost her mind because of some medication? If she embarrassed herself, it’d be the whole Ferguson family’s reputation on the line.
“Probably not.”
Charles slumped back in his seat. “Then I don’t want to go either.”
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