Dalton sighed without commenting further. They'd used me all those years ago. What's the point of holding on to the grudge until now?
After their meal, Timothy personally escorted Jacob to Heritage Auction House to prevent Bruce from finding trouble with Jacob.
Jacob sensed the movement of spiritual energy upon setting foot in the exhibition hall. Though faint, it was enough to prove that there were indeed some authentic artifacts amongst the exhibits.
The vast space was filled with glass cabinets containing every antique one could imagine. Glittering under the yellow fluorescent bulbs, they told stories of their origins.
"Mr. sullen!"
Jacob turned toward the source of the familiar voice only to discover that it was Titus, who quickened his pace toward the former. "I didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Sullen!"
Jacob smiled at him. "When did you return, Titus? How is Ms. Seaver?"