Eli clenched Sean's shirt tightly. Her grip was so strong that the veins on the back of her hand were clearly visible. Her shoulders were trembling slightly.
Natalie Wheeler turned around and did not enter.
She knew that Eli was not moved, rather, she was just overwhelmed by emotions.
Eli had been living an ordinary life - happy, peaceful, and wonderful. All she dealt with were the trivial things of life, and she got along with her friends happily.
Now, she was involved in the royal family as well as politics.
Natalie was sad. She drove to the hotel where the auction had been held. She remembered that Allen stayed there. On the way, she called Allen.
"Allen, it's Natalie. Are you back yet?" Natalie asked softly.
"I'm on the boat now and I will arrive at the hotel in about four hours. Let's have dinner together at night," Allen's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Okay."