Chapter 95. Auction House

Elaine’s eyes widened at Andrew’s words.

What? If Andrew released Brian, the pawnshop owner would blab like a goat. He was all too eager to speak, and neither Andrew nor Melvin would forgive her for lying about the ring.

She pushed Melvin’s hand off her waist and stood in front of Andrew. “Excuse me, what experience do you have in planning weddings?”

Andrew stood closer, towering down and staring at her with a frosty glare. “I didn’t know you were an expert.”

“I planned my cousin’s wedding. Almost single-handedly.”

“Well, now you’ll have two helps, and you won’t be kicked out of the reception,” Andrew said.

“There will be no reception. We’ll be going for our honeymoon immediately,” Elaine said. “Melvin, let’s go.”

She tried to tug Melvin away with her. He followed until there was a snap of fingers in the air. Andrew’s.

They both turned.

“Melvin, you have a meeting to return to. As for you, Elaine, last time I checked, you were su