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Azrael

The VIP lounge was just another hall arranged like a grand auditorium with a grand stage. The auction has already started with people raising up their tag and casting prices with the intention to impress.

We stopped at the front desk and the man behind the desk presented a grand book containing names and tag number after collecting our invitation.

“Are you getting a tag?” Isaac asked. “My wife represents us both.”

“I have a lot of Lucas’ artwork in my private house. I won’t be buying more, especially if I can get it for free.” I smirked.

It was funny how quickly I’d grown to like Isaac and his appearance and height made me question at times if he was an omega. He also his maintained a great shape for someone with three kids.

We headed inside, but I heard Lucas’ voice. I turned my head to the left, and he was standing there on a phone call with a mean glare.

“Let me introduce you to the host.” I told Isaac, and he nodded.

I approached my dad first, and he raised his hand to stop