Pampered by My Secret Husband
Chapter 36: She is Priceless

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: She is Priceless

A disfigured woman with a strong voice.

She kept her head bowed low, her gaze downcast and her demeanor perfectly composed, always mindful of the rules. Even as the Head Maid, she dared not forget these rules or overstep her bounds.

Somehow, someone had climbed into Young Master’s bed when she was not around.

She was curious as to what kind of woman had the ability to win Young Master’s favor.

Charlie River was very efficient and quickly found the whereabouts of the maniac.

Thomas Shannon hooked the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Such a degenerate."

「...」

Sophie Sullivan stood on a street corner when she was approached by a stranger who asked if she would be willing to model. The job paid daily, with excellent remuneration.

For the money-scarce Sophie, daily pay was highly appealing.

"Model?"

"Yes, a model. You just need to wear clothes from our designer, pose on stage for two hours, and your pay will be in the five-digit range," said the well-dressed gentleman, pushing his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose.

Two hours of work for a five-digit salary was already quite tempting.

Sophie Sullivan didn’t believe in free lunches, so she triple-checked, "There are no hidden conditions, right? Just posing on stage is enough?"

"Yes." The suited man handed her a business card. "This is our company’s card; you can take a look."

Sophie Sullivan glanced at the golden business card and immediately agreed.

「Night falls.」

A group of models, designers, and the entire team were immersed in tense preparations.

They were about to stage a high-stakes auction showcase, allowing no room for the slightest error.

Sophie Sullivan donned a lavish feather dress. Each step she took set the delicate feathers undulating, like a noble white swan gracefully strolling.

An exquisite ruby mask added an air of mystery to Sophie.

The revealed half of her face was breathtaking, her gaze aloof and imperious, filled with a touch of pride that seemed to disdain everything.

"Delia Zane, Delia Zane, take your position!"

The designer beckoned Sophie over, and the staff immediately adjusted her wire. As the finale, she would descend from the sky to land at the center of the showcase.

Sophie felt she had been tricked!

They had promised her a simple posing job, but they had never mentioned being suspended on wires.

Upon the designer’s command, Sophie Sullivan soared into the air, sailing elegantly upward. The long hem of her feather dress trailed behind, creating a captivating silhouette in the sky.

Descending from above, the masked woman’s face was aloof, her eyes mesmerizing.

The bidders murmured, "What a fine piece of goods."

"I must have this woman tonight!"

Suspended in mid-air, the spotlight shone on Sophie. Only then did she notice the models on the runway starting to walk down. They went to stand beside different men, sitting on their laps and nestling in their embrace.

Sophie Sullivan furrowed her brows. What was going on?

Had she been... deceived?!

As it turned out, she had undoubtedly been fooled.

Under the guise of modeling, they were, in fact, running a highly profitable flesh trade.

Sophie, the finale of tonight’s event, would be sold for one night to the highest-paying tycoon.

The CM took to the stage and passionately extolled Sophie’s unparalleled beauty and charm to the wealthy audience, praising her extravagantly.

After the compliments, the main event began.

The auction.

"A starting price of 10 million, bidding starts now."

10 million?

That was an underestimate!

She was, after all, priceless.

Sophie’s rage burned within her, but she forced herself to calm down. How to escape—that was the most urgent task.