###Chapter 450 - Those Who Have to Wait at the End of Years – Part 4

Those who can play with these things are those who have money and idea. Kyle Branson had been in Astley for many years and had been to some high-end banquets and auctions, so she understands this kind of event. After chatting for a while, she left in advance, handed Ivelle the time and the invitation then left. Blossom followed Mrs. Yeardly to prepare what she wanted in the cemetery during All Souls Day. Ivelle happened to have an empty schedule in the evening, so she simply went back to her bedroom to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, Jordan Astley called and asked, "Have you eaten yet?" She looked up at the time. It was almost six o'clock. She shook her head slightly and said, "No, I'm going out in a minute." She seemed to feel his frown on the other end of the phone. "It's too late. What are you going out for?" "Kyle Branson said that the Preston family held an auction in Hempstead, where there was a sandalwood box that was very similar to the one my grandmother left me. It looked like a dragon and Phoenix box. I wanted to see it." She answered. Sister-in-law Marcela came in and saw her on the phone. She made a few gestures stating that the dinner is ready. She nodded and signaled that she would be downstairs in a minute.

The voice of Jordan Astley's was heard on the phone, "Felix Stewart will come later, you will go with him!" Knowing that he was worried about her, she thought he had arranged things already and that she must assure him that she is going to be fine, "Kyle Branson and I will go there together. There will be nothing wrong." He still said, "Let Felix come with you!" She had no choice but to agree and said, "All right." Seeing that it was getting late, she said, "I'm going out first. I'll call you when I get home." He said, "Go only after your dinner, put on more clothes, and wear a thicker coat." She nodded, "Okay, you see, it's spring now, and I am in Hempstead, not the capital, it's hot here!" There are a lot of little girls in the street starting to wear skirts. He didn't listen to me at all and said, "Put on more clothes and remember to call me when you get home in the evening." Knowing that the next words were all his nagging, she said several times in succession, "Got it!" And then hung up. Sure enough, when two people have been together for a long time, they are more concerned with rice, salt, and daily chores, which is probably what life itself looks like.

When she went downstairs, sister-in-law Marcela just hanged up the phone and saw me go down and went forward. "Ivelle Weld, you have to eat before you go, Felix Stewart is on his way. You have to finish your meal before he arrives." Looking at the phone she had just put down, I casually asked, "Did Jordan call you?" She sat down by the table and began to eat, Blossom looked at her, the little guy glared to laugh at her, "Mom, you are a child, Uncle Astley needed to urge you first to eat." She gave her a mouthful of food she didn't like and put it in her bowl. "You are the child, eat quickly." Sister-in-law Marcela brought the soup, put it in front of her, looked at her, and said, "This is what my husband told me to give you this morning, red lotus root spareribs soup, he said you must drink this to nourish your face." She opened her mouth and looked at the big pot soup in front of her. She had a headache. She pressed her voice and said, "Sister Marcela, I can't finish my soup." She shook her head and looked serious. "No, you have to finish this soup. My husband said that when you go to the auction, there is nothing to eat. It's all dessert. You can't eat more desserts. It's bad for your health." She felt that Jordan Astley is not in the capital at all but Hempstead. She had his shadow in everything she does. She cannot help but sigh, silently finished up the soup, and ate nothing else.

She looked at Mrs. Yeardly, she was a little helpless, and said, "Is that all right?" She looked at it carefully, fished out the red lotus root inside, put it in my bowl, looked at me, and said, "You must eat this red lotus root. It's good for the girl's body." Then she heard an engine outside the yard. She got up and looked at Blossom. "Blossom, eat the red lotus root."

She looked at sister-in-law Marcela and said, "Mrs. Yeardly, Felix Stewart is here. I'll go first. I'll be back in the evening. Please look after Sunshine for me." "Hey, you didn't eat the red lotus root!" Sister-in-law Marcela was anxious to shout behind her for fear that she could not hear her. With just a few steps she got to the car, "Go to the southern suburbs. I sent you the address. Take the invitation." He nodded, started the car, looked at Mrs. Yeardly who followed Ivelle, he couldn't help it and said, "Mrs. Yeardly's legs are fine." That's right! She can follow from afar, but it's not good. Fortunately, the car has already started, and Felix has no intention of stopping. On the way, Felix Stewart looked at her but was hesitant to speak. Several moments later, she couldn't help it, looked sideways at him, and asked, "What's the matter? Do you have something to say?" Driving, holding the steering wheel, he said, "The Preston family is a Spanish generation of oil tycoons. They chose Hempstead as the auction site, which may not be as simple as we think." She nodded. "I know. I heard that this time, it is the eldest grandson of the Preston family. This William Preston seems to have always liked to hold auctions everywhere. When he meets his favorite collection, he will collect it at a high price. He may be a collector." He looked at her slightly and paused. "You still have to be careful. Mr. Astley told you to be careful." She nodded and could not help but felt that Jordan Astley was a little astonished. The Preston family was big, but several people in any big family had hobbies. The ancient emperors had good beauty, good money, and good carpentry. It is also common for the Preston family to have a young man who is obsessed with antiques. In fifteen minutes, the car was parked outside the auction museum. When she got out of the car, Felix Stewart said, "Ma'am, you go in first. I'll find you later." She nodded, found the invitation culvert from her bag, looked up at more than a dozen steps, and could not help but gasp. Somehow, architects always liked to build several stairs at the entrance when building all kinds of memorable buildings. You still need to work hard if you want to enter the place of knowledge and taste. At the entrance of the museum, several soldiers and people in military uniforms stood upright. A staff member in a suit was checking the invitation culvert. Handing him the invitation, he smiled and handed me a lift board, motioning me to move on. Holding the sign, she went into the auction room, where a lot of people were already seated. Along with the invitation she needed to find a place, then Kyle Branson had arrived, she said, "I thought you were not coming." She sat down quietly and looked at the people in the auction room. There were a lot of people in the auction room. She was surprised, "Why is the auction so big? Why there are so many people here?" Almost all the people invited are powerful and well-known, which seemed to be a little system. She leaned against her ear and whispered. "The VIP of this auction is all in front, and it was unusual that this William Preston had informed us, ordinary people." She couldn't help but sniff, feeling that her explanation was too far-fetched. She looked at the number plate in her hand, and it was already 100.