Chapter 122

+15 BONOS Affected by a drug, her cheeks were a rosy red, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

adding a fatally seductive charm to her appearance.

The thin blanket didn’t completely cover her body, revealing her elegant collarbones and slender shoulders, eliciting numerous imaginations about the rest of her body.

She was undeniably a premium auction item.

The moment the curtain was drawn, the crowd surged with excitement. Their gazes clung to the woman on stage, where they wanted to swallow her alive.

“Tonight, this woman will be claimed by one of you!” the auctioneer announced with an elongated emphasis, energizing the crowd. “The bidding will commence shortly.”

In a secluded spot among the audience, a man with an angelic face smirked meaningfully. He alone seemed immune to the allure of the woman on stage.

After a moment, he pulled out his phone and requested, “I need to talk to Lucius.”

At Naomi’s rental apartment. Lucius’s stern demeanor made the small space feel even more confined and tense.

Naomi wrung her hands nervously, and explained, “Vivi has gone out job hunting. She’s really not here.

No one’s answering her phone, she’s probably at an interview.”

“An interview at this hour?” Lucius wondered.

It was nearing six in the evening, and it seemed unlikely for interviews to be held at this hour.

He suspected Violet was intentionally avoiding him.

Naomi added uncertainty, “Around this time, she’s usually either on her way home or already here.

She’d normally call me, even if she’s busy.”

Worry started to creep onto her face. Despite not being blood relatives, their bond was closer than that of many families.

“Could something have gone wrong with Vivi?”

Naomi’s concern seemed genuine, causing Lucius to sense that something was amiss. His expression turning even more grave.

“Master Lucius,” George said as he entered, hesitating briefly before informing him, “Edur is on the +15 BONOS “Edur?”

The mention of the name soured Luclus’s face.

Naomi’s gaze sharply shifted to the phone In George’s hand. She was acutely aware of Agatha’s connection to Edur. With no news of her daughter for years, her concern was paramount.

Naomi longed to ask about Agatha; yet she held back, knowing Lucius’s deep–seated animosity towards Edur.

Reluctantly, Lucius eventually picked up the phone and squeezed one word: “Speak!”

On the other end. Edur’s voice was tinged with a hint of satisfaction. “Lucius, I propose a deal.”

“Do you believe you’re in any position to bargain with me?” Lucius retorted sharply, ready to end the call.

However, Edur quickly interjected, “There’s a woman you might be interested in.”

“Agatha? She’ll come to me for punishment once your empire crumbles,” Lucius declared with domineering confidence.

Standing beside him, Naomi felt sweat break out on his back. She knew Lucius’s determination-

whatever he set out to do, he accomplished.

Unruffled by Lucius’s intimidation, Edur calmly uttered the name, “Violet.”

Edur was familiar with Violet, having deliberately sent her to Lucius.

Lucius gripped his phone so tightly in his anger, it nearly shattered the device. He demanded. What have you done with her?”

“Ha. As I thought, you wouldn’t stand by and let her fall into my hands,” Edur replied with a low chuckle.

“She’s unharmed for the time being, but that could change quickly. Some man might buy her and turn her into his slave–a sex slave, in particular!”

The elite’s world was both mad and morally degenerate. Laws and morals that restrained the average person were meaningless to them. Even if they encountered problems, they could effortlessly resolve them with their wealth.

This was the very reason Edur’s auction business thrived.

A vein on Lucius’s temple pulsated with anger. He warned in a deep, menacing tone, “If you dare. hurt her, I’ll make sure you suffer a horrific end!”

+15 BONOS The call ended abruptly, and Lucius hurried out of the apartment.

George attempted to stop him, and reasoned, “Master Luclus, It’s a trap! You must not go. Edur is sly and will surely hurt you!”

“He’s not stupid enough for that!” Lucius retorted with conviction.

“But…”

“There are no buts!”

George’s attempts to stop him were futile, for Lucius was already on his way. The thought of Violet falling into the hands of another man ignited a murderous rage within him.

He pushed his car, typically maxing at eighty miles per hour, to an unprecedented two hundred.

George’s eyes bulged with fear, silently praying they’d safely reach Edur’s auction house.

What normally was an hour’s drive to the Elysium Club, Lucius accomplished in half the time. After that excursion, George was terrified and weak in the knees.

Lucius exited the car with a solemn expression.

The Elysium Club, known for its stringent security, usually denied entry without the club owner’s invitation. Edur had clearly made plans, as Lucius entered the area without being stopped.

From a distance, he saw a frenetic crowd, their eyes fervently fixed on the woman in the glass room on the stage, desperate to own and exploit her.

The noise of people bidding echoed incessantly in the hall.

The woman he had waited a week to meet, and for whom he had been searching for hours, lay within the glass room. Her flushed face and glistening sweat made her irresistibly attractive.

Lucius’s fists clenched tightly at the sight.