Yasmine's senses dulled as the sounds from the audience gradually faded away, leaving her only with the sound of her own rapid breathing.
Confused and disoriented, she had no idea why she was locked in a cage.
Her nails dug deeply into her palms as she tried to pull herself out of the vortex, struggling between consciousness and desire.
"70 million."
"76 million."
"85 million."
At this point, the once-buzzing crowd began to quiet down. They were here for excitement and entertainment, but for a woman, no matter how beautiful and unique she was, the bidding seemed to have reached its limit.
"100 million."
Xavier calmly stated his bid and the crowd erupted in shock. This price far exceeded everyone's expectations.
Nash looked at Xavier in astonishment and couldn't help but whistle.
