As the atmosphere was tense, they arrived at Sutor Wharf.
Keith curled his lips and said to Braden with a half-smile, "Braden, why don't we compete with each other? If you find Shirley first, I will accept the fact that she is yours, and from now on, I will never have any thoughts that cross the line. But if I find her first... I'll make a move."
Braden's eyes were cold and indifferent. He said indifferently, "It's up to you."
"Sure enough, you are the top man in Seatle City. How large-minded!"
After Keith finished speaking, he opened the car door and got out of the car in an instant, starting to look for Shirley quickly.
Braden got out of the car slowly, straightened his fine suit, and looked around with indifferent eyes, looking cold and proud, as if he was here making an inspection tour.
The antique market at Sutor Wharf was the largest antique market in the entire Seatle City.