The car ride was calm and quiet, save for the soft hum of classical jazz drifting from the speaker. Lara sat comfortably in the passenger seat, her fingers loosely folded in her lap, as she gazed out the window, watching the blur of Manila’s city lights pass them by in streaks of gold and red.
She turned to him, her voice gentle but curious. “So… where exactly is the gala being held? And what’s it about?”
Reagan glanced at her, one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely on the gear. “At the Grand Hyatt Manila,” he replied. “One of my key investors is hosting it. Some of my partners will be there, along with a few VIPs. It’s mainly a networking event, but the heart of it is the charity auction.”
“An auction?” she repeated, interest sparking in her eyes.
Reagan nodded. “The proceed
