I almost laughed. When I killed dozens of his enemies who broke into his house, he only praised me for doing a good job. But now, because of Judy, why was he treating me like a nuisance?
I looked at him, my voice soft. “Didn’t you see the photos I sent last night? Guess not. Otherwise, how would you have the mood to come out tonight?”
Marcus' face froze, then turned sharply to Judy.
The latter stammered for a while before stutteringly confessing, “She sent… pictures... of fish being eaten. I didn’t think it was important, so I deleted them for you.”
Marcus’s breath grew heavy. “Who told you to make that decision?”
But the moment her tears fell, his scolding words caught in his throat.
Melody's POV
“Forget it. Let's watch the auction first. We’ll deal with this later.”
When the auction began, Marcus didn’t even glance at the items and simply raised the stakes all the way. As such, a collective intake of breath rippled through the room, while my face went cold.
Lot after lot fell under the hammer. When they reached the last three items, I jumped to my feet.
Those were my mother’s bracelet, the God statue my father had sculpted, and the antique my grandfather left me.