The Corrupt Canvas

A bell chimed, and the auctioneer wearing a black dress with white elbow length gloves walked out in high spirits. "Ladies and gentlemen…"

After a brief introduction, the charity auction was in full spring.

"Hazel…"

At that moment, Wyatt approached table No. 12.

Hazel's eyes flashed dangerously when she saw him, "Aren't you on table six? What are you doing here?"

"Hazel, what are you doing sitting