Chapter 51
One hundred million.
The auction hammer fell with a resounding thud, plunging the room into stunned silence.
Andrew Lucas tapped the armrest with his slender fingers, his cold gaze sweeping across the crowd. The balding man in the front row hesitated, then lowered his bidding paddle after recognizing him.
No one dared to challenge the third son of the Lucas family.
"Andrew!" Torey Smith shot to his feet, his blond hair disheveled. "You can't do this! I saw the Goddess first!"
Andrew didn't even glance his way.
"Doesn't your country value first come, first served?" Torey persisted, stepping closer. "Andrew, we're brothers!"
"Looking for a fight?" Andrew finally met his eyes, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips.
Torey immediately shut his mouth. The memory of his two-week recovery from their last encounter was still fresh.
"One hundred million, going once!"
"One hundred million, going twice!"
"Sold!"
Susan Thompson stood on the stage, her nails digging into her palms. She never imagined Andrew would be the one to buy her.
The man who once promised to protect her forever.
The manager eagerly pushed her forward. "Mr. Lucas, everything is prepared upstairs."
Andrew seized her wrist with bone-crushing force.
"Mr. Lucas, we should dance first—" Before she could finish, he swept her off her feet.
"Stop pretending," he sneered. "Coming to a place like this—you were just waiting to be sold to the highest bidder."
The hotel room door slammed open.
A contract hit Susan in the face.
"Sign it."
The terms were clear: lifetime mistress, available at his beck and call. Breach of contract would cost her one billion.
Her hands trembled as she signed. How ironic—from Mrs. Lucas to a shameful secret, her life had become a cruel joke.
"Kneel."
Susan's head snapped up, meeting his icy stare.
"Clause Three." He leisurely undid his cufflinks. "The buyer has the right to demand any form of service."
Tears welled in her eyes as she bit her lip.
This one act would sever everything.
Andrew, we lost our way long ago.