Elara smirked as Trevor watched her closely. With perfect timing, he cleared his throat. "That female..."
"I want her. What’s your price?" she interrupted.
Thanks to that perverted bastard Cassian, her sche had fallen into place beautifully.
"You want that female?" Trevor’s voice cracked with disbelief.
"That’s right. I’m purchasing her," she stated firmly.
Trevor gulped and raised a single finger.
"Ten million credits?" she ventured.
He shook his head frantically.
"One million?"
"One credit. Just take her," he blurted out.
"Are you serious?" She shot to her feet imdiately.
Before departing, she snatched the snacks from the table. After covering the 100,000 credit entry fee, she bolted toward the backstage area. Any more hesitation and the Sterling family would be here.
Trevor remained motionless, terror flooding his features.
"Shit. Mr. Pendragon’s woman overpaid by so much—he’s going to murder , isn’t he?"
Elara’s instincts proved correct. She’d barely hauled the unconscious Giselle outside when the Sterling family materialized—dragging Cassian along.
Cassian displayed considerably more humility when confronting Helena Sterling, the Sterling family matriarch. Tonight, however, he was drowning in trouble.
Galactic authorities had stord his private suite on charges of public obscenity. They’d anticipated finding female exploitation, only to discover a cluster of nude n instead.
The spectacle was absolutely revolting.
When the officers identified the Valerion Empire’s crown prince, their expressions beca priceless.
The nightmare didn’t stop there. Helena—the current Sterling family leader and the original Elara’s wretched mother—burst in seething with rage. She imdiately ordered soone to extract the truth behind this vile incident.
As one of the Valerion Empire’s aristocratic bloodlines, the Sterling family monopolized the empire’s final salt lake. Even Queen Rosalind Halloway showed them respect, much less so prince.
But Helena ruled with an iron fist, hoarding absolute authority. No one else in the Sterling household breathed easily—not even Giselle, her preferred child. The monthly stipend Helena provided Giselle barely covered survival expenses. Otherwise, Giselle wouldn’t have descended into prostitution.
Helena’s palm cracked against Cassian’ cheek. "Giselle isn’t like that worthless Elara—you have zero authority to disgrace her. You better pray she’s unhard. Even if we must petition the Queen, I’ll ensure you never escape justice."
Cassian burned with humiliation after the public assault.
"So what if you’re arrogant, Helena? Your two daughters—one I publicly spurned, the other groveled before like a dog in private. Keep playing the tough act, you old witch. When I locate Giselle, I’ll end her."
Elara observed the spectacle from behind the drapes, peeling an orange.
This is magnificent. Pure theater.
As for Giselle? She’d knocked her senseless with a single kick.
"You brought this on yourself," she mumbled. "I only ca to collect my toys, and you all decided to start a war with . Enjoy your present, Giselle."
She retrieved her phone, quickly switched Giselle’s outfit, severed her trademark pigtails, and delivered her to the wandering rchant.
"A female?" Xander Gable—an old contact—stared when he spotted her.
Hawking ex-husbands yesterday, a female today?
She nodded. "Correct. And she happens to be my biological sister."
His eyes bulged with shock. "Your... sister?"
She chuckled. "Which ans bonus profit."
Xander hadn’t anticipated that twist.
When the Creditsync alert flashed—30 million credits—she laughed until her sides ached.
"Oh, soone showed up to bail out those two n," Xander added.
He couldn’t escape the sensation that this female spelled disaster.
What sane woman ventures near the Voidferal Feral Territory? Traffics multiple people in such a short span? Skulks around after midnight? She’s absolutely ruthless.
"Not my concern." She shrugged. "They’re your rchandise now. Auction them, force them into sewage duty, whatever. You understand profit better than I do. Rember—we’re even. Money for goods."
Her tone conveyed a crystal-clear ssage: he’d better stay silent about this transaction.
Her smile vanished. Her presence turned glacial, making Xander’ blood freeze.
Xander wasn’t an idiot. He sealed his lips, flashed an OK gesture, cramd Giselle into a trunk, and rolled her away brazenly.
Dangerous woman.
He’d make those two n shovel waste for a while—maybe squeeze out additional ransom paynts.
As for this female? With psychic abilities, she’d command top dollar from the insectoids.
Elara clicked her tongue at the mayhem.
Executing them imdiately lacks style. Playing predator and prey is far more satisfying.
With Giselle handled, she leaked Cassian’ nude photographs. Drawing from her years of novel consumption during the apocalypse, she crafted a brutal exposé to accompany them.
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