Ronald Wright’s sharp, refined features stayed calm as he gave Henry Cooper a cool glance.
Henry, clutching an old painting like it was a jackpot, walked over with a grin. “No way, Mr. Wright actually shows up to this kind of event? I thought all you cared about was signing contracts and making bank like some heartless money machine.”
Ronald didn’t respond. His dark, deep-set eyes scanned the room like he was looking for someone.
“You here for something?”
Henry blinked a few times, then lit up with a wide grin. “Man, I’ve gotta tell you—I just picked up a historical gem for 50 million. Total steal. My old man’s gonna love me for this. And I also snagged this piece from some dream-inspired jewelry line my sister's been dying to get. Real score today, all thanks to Miss Carter.
