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

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

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

with her were actually complaining that they

kill

then, relishing the look

dollar bid, the honor

Sif said,

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

crowd cheered, while the man in the dog mask hurried on stage, leering pervertedly at what's left of

worth it! Those fools would never understand how precious a woman's first

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

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