JAMES POV
Whatever is in that box belongs to my father, which means it belongs to me, and I don't see why it should be in an auction.
James, an elderly real estate tycoon one of the people my father had worked with in the past rested a hand on my shoulder.
“Whatever is in that locked box belongs to both Ford and Hawthorne. That's why it's being auctioned. The person willing to pay the highest amount of money gets to keep it.”
I clenched my jaw, my eyes fixed on the far end of the empty halls where the case stood under a spotlight.
“It doesn't belong here. It belongs to me and my family, not a bunch of people outside those doors ready to bid on it.”
“They think it's just an antique for bidding,” the man said in a low voice, “but you and I know better. Your father kept it until this da
