The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Sif exclaimed. "You're truly blessed!"

In spite of all the pain Sif put her through, Vicky never shed a tear.

However, the sight of the men bidding fiercely to have her body was so humiliating her tears trickled down her cheeks silently.

Naturally, no one noticed that amid the rowdiness.

"A million dollars! You hear me?! A million dollars!" a man with a pig mask shouted.

"Shit, are you stupid? A million for Vicky Turnbull's first time?"

A man with a dog mask scoffed at him right then and shouted, "I bid five million dollars!"

A man with a chimp mask chuckled. "No way. That's too high, and not with that scarred face. Hell, I'll hold back and bid four million-I don't mind going second." "Exactly. There's no inflating the price when there's no beauty to speak of."

"Your money would just go to waste!"

"Shit, five million? That's worth a night with Noel York!"

wouldn't even be interested

dog mask was snorting smugly. "None of you get it. It's for the thrill, get it? I couldn't care less about the money!" On the

honored to be one of Draconia's most beautiful women, but she was hung in

men bidding to have their way with her were actually complaining that they would

could kill

on her feet just then, relishing the

five million dollar bid, the honor of deflowering Vicky went to the man in

Sif said, "Go

the queue. As agreed, you will take turns according to the placement of your bid-even those who didn't bid will have

hurried on stage, leering pervertedly at what's

worth it! Those fools would never understand

flinched and came to her senses right then. She watched as the man approached and shouted herself hoarse, saying, "Touch me,

know who I am." The man in the dog mask shook his head in feigned sympathy. "I feel for you, Ms. Turnbull, I really do... but I can't