174 Lost

"I do not understand why you are asking such questions when it means nothing." Many stood up at once. Harold and his team might not understand but they did.

Cotlin adjusted his shirt and wiped his face off from his handkerchief. He looked at Damien apologetically and avoided looking at his eyes.

"My lord, I apologize for being late. I am Cotlin. And all the bids this young man had made were for me." 

"......" Harold's eyes flickered with a look of shock and then understood registering on his face as Damien and Cotlin grinned at him and then shook hands with each other.

"Actually, I was here to attend the auction. But then, I had some personal business to attend to. So, I asked my friend to bid for me in the meantime. But he had only followed my instructions. All the biddings belong to me." he explained slowly as he ran a hand in his hair with an attempt to arrange them but they kept falling on his forehead.