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!"

Noel wouldn't even be interested

you get it. It's for the thrill, get it? I

honored to be one of Draconia's most beautiful women, but she was hung in such humiliating fashion on stage as if

with her were actually complaining that

kill her

just then, relishing the look on Vicky's

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

man, Sif said, "Go on, enjoy. Just remember

rest of you shall stay in the queue. As agreed, you will take turns according to the placement of your bid-even those who didn't bid will have a turn for free,

crowd cheered, while the man in the dog mask hurried on stage, leering pervertedly at

worth it! Those fools would never understand how precious

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

to do that? You don't even know who I am." The man in the dog mask shook his head in feigned sympathy. "I feel for you,