She leaned closer, deliberately flashing the bite marks on her chest. Her tone dripped with mockery. “Melody, you’re filthy. So filthy it makes people sick. But me? I’m different. My hands aren’t stained with blood.”
I tilted my lips into a smile. “Is that so? What a pity. Clean people don’t last long in the Stokes.”
After saying that, I hung up.
A moment later, Samuel walked in with a folder. “Miss, I found what you asked for. It’ll be at tomorrow night’s auction.”
Finally, some good news. “Eight years I’ve waited. It’s about time. Prepare fifty billion. Tomorrow, I’m bringing it home.”
The next night at the auction, I ran into Marcus and Judy. She clung to his arm, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Miss Fairbank, what a coincidence. Something you like here tonight, too? But Marcus said everything tonight belongs to me as compensation.”
I caught the way he patted her hand, reassuring her. “Yes. That’s what I said. Last time, you went too far. Consider this my way of making peace. So, don't interfere, Melody.”