Love in Prime Years

Chapter 50 One million

The woman standing on the stage was Amelia Jordan.

Her first dance…

Only a retard would believe that it was her first dace that Snowhite Nightclub was auctioning.

She’s trying to be a mistress to some rich man! How brazen was she?

Jimmy an Arthur together wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her?

What a whore!

“What do you think, Lawrence? Isn’t she beautiful? She’s my Venus.”

Torre didn’t notice the anomaly of Lawrence at all, he was still all hype. “I’ve decided, Lawrence. I’m

taking her no matter how much money it’s going to cost. I’m taking her home after I finish all the

errands here. She will be the last woman I have.”

“Oh, my Venus, your beauty is driving me crazy.”

Torre got up from his chair deliriously after Amelia finished her dance. The auction began at the start

price of one million, each bid should be in increment of at least one hundred thousand.

An old bold man in the first row raised his plate, forestalling Torre to bid.

“Two million.”

That’s the highest price raise in today’s auction so far. The old man’s bid heighten the atmosphere in

the room.

Torre whistled. “My Venus, you’re so charming.”

“Three million.”

“Five million.”

Hurriedly, Torre raised his plate and joined the bidding.

“Ten million.”

The price zoomed up quickly to ten million, ruling out quite a lot of competitors.

But the competition was still intense. There were more rich people in the world than one might know,

Torre’s bid was high enough to end the auction.

“Eleven million.”

“Twelve million.”

“Forty million.”

In the blink of an eye, the price went up to forty million. But that amount of money was no concern to

Torre. He kept whistling, oblivious of the friend of his sitting beside him, who was on the edge of fury.

“The price hit forty million now.” Torre nudged at Lawrence. “is that how much these people think my

Venus is worth? In my eye, she is invaluable.”

“Lawrence. I remember you had a relationship when you just got back here. What do you think of my

Venus? Compared with that girl you liked.”

His question made Lawrence’s dark face distorted a little. He didn’t want to letTorre know that the

shameless woman on the stage now was the one he once loved.

Torre was smart, but smart in dealing with people. He didn’t notice his friend’s change in expression,

nor the suppressing air around him.

The fascination in his eyes deepened as he looked to Amelia. “Lawrence, I bet my Venus outbeauty the

girl you like. She’s the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“Forty-three million.”

An old man with wrinkles all over his face and hands raised his plate. And Torre felt his Venus was

defiled. He couldn’t tolerate anymore, he raised his plate. “Fifty million.”

The clamor in the spot turned to silence for a while after Torreshouted out.

Fifty million…

It was no small amount.

Even thought everyone knew it was more than just Amelia’s dance they were bidding, fifty million was

still expensive.

Amelia turned her eyes to Torre when she heard his shout.

A young handsome foreigner.

Though she didn’t want to give herself to a total stranger, she had to admit that this guy was way better

than those dying old men.

But then she saw Lawrence sitting beside Torre.

Her face changed drastically when she met those cold eyes of his.

He really came here.

She bit her lip forcibly. At the end, the most disgraceful moment in her life would still be witnessed by

him.

Torre was thrilled when he notice that Amelia was looking at them.

He jumped off from his seat, blowing kiss to Amelia.

“My Venus. With you, I’ll be the happiest man in the world.”

He couldn’t wait to share his happiness with Lawrence.

He grabbed Lawrence’s arm forcibly, his voice shaking in excitement. “Did you see it, Lawrence? She

just looked at me, she felt for me too. We are meant to be together, this is love at first encounter.”

Anger twisted Lawrence’s face. He raised his face, and found Amelia’s eyes laying on Torre.

She’s making eyes at Torre?

How many men does she want to allure?

“Fifty million once!”

“Fifty million twice!”

As the hammer blew twice, an old fat man in the front row raised his plate.

“Eighty million!”

For an instant, the others’ impulses were repressed. Half-raised plates fell flat again.

Incredibly beautiful though the woman on stage was, most men here would still be unwilling to pay

eighty million or even a larger amount for her.

“Eighty million once!

“Eighty million twice!

“Eighty million…”

“My beauty…” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

The old man was chipping at the champ. He even stretched out his hand in an attempt to touch Amelia.

Though he could not touch her due to the distance between them, Amelia could still hear him clearly.

The greasy lips of his and those lascivious eyes made her gag.

She would puke her stomach out if she ended up sold to this old man.

But she had no choice.

That, may be her fate.

“Fuck!” Torre cursed out. “Ugly motherfucker. Stay the fuck away from my Venus.”

He spat, and then raised his plate, planning to make a bid of a billion.

“One…”

“One billion.” Flat but firm, a voice interrupted Torre before he finished calling his bid.

He jerked his head to look at Lawrence. He was stunned, it never occurred to him that Lawrence would

pay a billion to buy a woman.