Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 342

The auction was an annual event, its time and location changing each year, drawing attendees from every continent. Figures from both legitimate businesses and the underworld, along with high-society elites, all mingled in one place.

Shanley’s invitation was for the highest tier, a private suite on the top floor with maximum security and exquisite catering.

Before they got out of the car, Shanley handed Juniper a hat and a jacket he had prepared. “Put these on.”

This place was full of complex characters, and any one of them could be an enemy of his. He wasn't worried for himself, but now he had Juniper to think about. He didn't want to expose her to any danger.

“Okay,” Juniper said, obediently bundling up until she was well-covered before following Shanley to the VIP elevator.

They had only taken a few steps when another car pulled up nearby. The door opened to reveal a man in a sharp suit, with handsome, refined features and an air of elegance in every movement.

“Boss, that’s Harold Houston,” Felton reported respectfully.

To ensure Ms. Payne’s safety, Felton and Flint had researched every person attending the auction. The man before them, with his gold-rimmed glasses and distinguished air, was Harold Houston. At only 28, he was a medical prodigy with a Ph.D., a rising star destined for greatness. In the medical world, he was being hailed as the next legendary healer.

If you were to ask who the current one was, it would be the elusive genius known only as “Nocturne”—a legend who, despite their absence, was a constant presence in the field.

“Juniper, have you heard of Harold?” Shanley asked softly, gently taking her hand.

Since Juniper knew medicine, he figured she would have followed prominent figures in the field.

“Harold?” Juniper followed his gaze and narrowed her eyes slightly. A faint smile played on her lips as she said slowly, “Is he famous? I’ve never heard of him.”

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