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 in

of you get it. It's for the thrill, get it? I couldn't

Draconia's most beautiful women, but she was hung in such humiliating fashion on stage as if

bidding to have their way with

could kill

was on her feet just then, relishing the

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

smiling at the man, Sif said,

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

on stage, leering

Those fools would never

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

even 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...