Chapter 68: a woman of little words

As the auction began, Elena carefully reviewed the list of items Marcus had provided her. She checked off an antique Persian rug, a golden egg, definitely the one the goose was laying when Jack climbed that bean stalk and a pair of rare desert diamonds to start. With a slight nod, she slid the list over to Mr. Levi. The older man scanned her selections briefly before passing them off to one of his assistants, who quickly relayed the information over a concealed earpiece. Elena watched stoically as the bidding began in the room below, trying her best to appear utterly unfazed by the illegal proceedings unfolding. Her phone buzzed once more and she glanced down to see Marcus' name on the caller ID. Furrowing her brow, she accepted the call. “Is everything going well? Do you like attending…art exhibitions?” he asked so softly, if she did not know who he was, she would have thought he was god. Elena scowled at his choice of words. “It certainly would be an experience. I record it