I relented at his insistence.

"Thanks," Lyon said.

"No problem," I replied.

When we arrived at the auction, there were thirty minutes left before it began.

Oliver was already waiting for me at the door.

Oliver's expression turned slightly unpleasant when he saw Lyon behind me. It was obvious that Lyon had completely ignored his warning. "Sofia, what are you doing here with Mr. Monroe?" he asked.

I replied matter-of-factly, "He got all of his cars serviced, and since I was taking Mason in, he tagged along with me."

Oliver was amazed. He had not thought that Lyon would be so brazen. To even devise an excuse like that.

Straining...