Zavier’s face darkened, sharp as a blade, yet when he caught Evie’s pitiful expression, his tone softened. “Don’t make decisions on your own next time.”
The auction continued, dozens of lots passing by until the climactic finale.
With a snap, the lights went out. On the screen, 365 intimate photos of Evie appeared, every kind imaginable.
Her scream split the air, sharp and piercing.
“Ahhh!...”
“How are these even here?!” she shrieked, trembling.
In the next heartbeat, Zavier stormed in, the door slamming against the wall. “Tiffany! Delete those photos, now!”
I lifted my head slowly and signaled the auction staff.
“Sorry, sir. This item is registered for auction. To claim it, you’ll need to pay. Bidding starts at two million.”
My nails tapped against the table in a steady rhythm as I watched him, amusement curling my lips. His face twisted, rage, helplessness, bitterness, but not a trace of remorse.
“You’ve crossed the line this time!”
“She’s just a young girl!”
I let out a soft laugh, my smile bright as a blade.
“Then what will you do? It’s already on the floor. I’ve raised the bid to ten million. Will you keep up? Otherwise… I can’t promise where those photos might end up.”