Chapter 4

On the evening of the concert, I'd just found my seat in the front row center.

Before long, the empty seat beside me was filled as a tall figure sat down.

The man wore a high-quality black shirt with the cuffs slightly rolled up. His profile showed sharp, handsome lines.

Seeing me, he nodded politely, his voice deep and pleasant: "Hello, are you Miss Sophia? I'm the buyer from the resale platform."

I smiled at him: "Hello. Are you satisfied with the seat?"

"Absolutely perfect." The corner of his mouth curved into a slight smile. "Thank you for selling it…