Her skin was dusted with a shimring powder, under the lights it glowed, like a goddess with her own Sacred Glow.
The woman was not exceptionally beautiful, but she possessed an ethereal and incredibly pure aura, like an orchid blooming quietly in a secluded valley, exuding a unique fragrance.
Seeing her, one would associate her with symbols of purity.
Such as lilies, angels, moonlight.
The pure and sweet aura she emitted easily invoked wicked thoughts in people, a desire to exhaust all ans to destroy that innocence.
Sotis, it’s not just absolute beauty that can captivate the heart.
Soon, those casual glances changed, from initial indifference to an interested and detailed scrutiny.
The starting price was not high, only a hundred thousand.
"Five hundred thousand."
"One million."
When the price reached two million, Henry Dales could no longer restrain his emotions.
He placed one hand on the table, his slightly trembling hand knocked over the wine bottle next to him, spilling wine all over the table.
The man sitting opposite him gave him a thoughtful look, after the waiter cleaned up the table, the man chuckled softly: "Young Master Dales, are you interested in this woman?"
At this mont, the interest in his gaze toward Henry Dales was greater than for the woman on stage, as if he had discovered a new continent, he stared fixedly at Henry Dales: "This is really unprecedented, Young Master Dales being interested in a woman."
Ignoring the tease, Henry Dales’ eyes remained turbulent, his cold gaze fixed intently on the woman in the crystal coffin.
Upon seeing the woman’s face clearly in the crystal coffin, Henry Dales’ eyes could no longer look away from her face.
His mind exploded with a roar, as if sothing detonated, leaving his mind a blank slate.
His steady heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
How is it possible?
The woman in the crystal coffin was Scarlett Yates.
At first glance, he thought he was mistaken, but the longer he stared, the more he realized
it was Scarlett Yates.
The Scarlett Yates who appeared in his dreams every night.
He would not mistake her, even if she was dressed like this now, even if her eyes were tightly shut, but that face, he would never mistake.
He didn’t have ti to think about why she was here, nor did he have ti to ponder what would happen when Rosie Wood heard about him buying a woman at a public auction, as the price rose higher and higher, Henry Dales’ expression grew increasingly grim.
The woman Henry Dales treasured like a jewel had beco an auction item.
After the price reached ten million, there seed to be no further movent.
Though the pure angel was captivating, she wasn’t a breathtaking beauty, reaching the price of ten million was already the limit.
Such a woman was only suitable for an occasional change of taste, after all, after indulging in rich delicacies too much, sotis one longs for simple congee and vegetables.
"Ten million, is there anyone else willing to bid?"
The room fell into silence.
From the table next to Henry Dales’, a sycophantic voice sounded: "Old Master Smith, with your move, this young beauty as fresh as a flower bud is undoubtedly yours, who could compete with you, Old Master Smith, for a woman."
"But, isn’t ten million a bit high, though she has so beauty, absolute beauties don’t cost much more than this."
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