That's when Yvonne Finley remembered.
Dax Harrison was also the principal of Yoroland Commerce.
He was probably the person with the highest authority here.
When they saw him, people around him immediately became deferential, clasping their hands in front of their abdomen, lowering their heads respectfully and murmuring, "Mr. Harrison."
Dax Harrison sat on the sofa with his legs apart, lit a cigarette from the cigarette case, and instantly exuded an air of rugged and cold indifference.
"Miss Finley, are you looking to put something up for auction? Need cash?"
Yvonne Finley pushed the exquisite box on the table towards him, fluttered her eyelashes, her eyes soft yet potent, "I want to auction off this, but the condition is that the winner of the auction must be approved by me personally."