Just as he started to dial, the massive auction hall doors swung open. The giant panoramic screen flickered to life, and the moment he saw it, the color drained from his face.
It was a sex video. The man’s face was blurred out, but the woman’s wasn’t.
The audio filled the room, breathy and familiar.
I walked calmly to the front row and sat down.
“I don’t know who was kind enough to send me this,” I said lightly.
Ignoring Grayson’s thunderous expression, I added with a mocking smile, “Grayson, did you know your ex-wife’s quite the performer? Seems like she doesn’t mind any man at all.”
The crowd erupted in whispers.
Someone laughed, “That body though, it kind of looks like Mr. Locke, doesn’t it?”
Another jumped in quickly, eager to please, “No way! Mr. Locke only loves Miss Wells. Everyone knows his ex-wife caused Miss Wells’ miscarriage. He hates that woman. He wanted her dead. There’s no chance he’d ever touch her again.”
With that, the tension broke, and people started laughing more boldly.
Someone at the back even whistled and said crudely, “Say what you want, but damn, that woman’s got one hell of a body. My blood pressure’s through the roof just watching her.”
Amara's POV