Chapter３７

But Oliver didn't take the number plate, instead, he said, "I'm here with this lady."

The waiter did not hesitate and turned to hold the number plate to me, "Madam, this is your number plate."

I didn't pick up the number plate either, and the waiter kept bending down and waiting for me respectfully.

Because of the waiter's actions, several guests looked at me.

I asked Oliver in a low voice.

"What the hell is this place." There are weird masked people everywhere here, as well as number plates. Is it auctioned?

Oliver finally answered this time, "Auction."

Oliver's answer confirmed my guess.

"Auction? What to buy? Antiques? Or famous paintings?"

Oliver shook his head. "It's more interesting than those."

"Oliver, are you up to no good again?" God, this man was too dangerous!

"Judy, relax. I won’t put you up for auction." Oliver looked at me amused, knowing that I must have thought too much.

"That might be the case." Oliver was so perverted that he might do everything.