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!"

even be

ensued, though the man in the 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!"

women, but she was hung in such

the men bidding to have their way with her

could kill her right

feet just then, relishing

bid, the honor of deflowering Vicky

and smiling at the man, Sif said, "Go on, enjoy. Just

she said, "The rest of you shall stay in the queue. As agreed, you will take turns according to the placement of your bid-even

mask hurried on stage, leering pervertedly

Five million is definitely worth it! Those fools would never

She watched as the man approached and shouted herself hoarse, saying, "Touch me, and the Turnbulls will make you

The man in the dog mask shook his head in feigned sympathy.