What should Alesha do to captivate Garvin? She truly has no experience. Why did William create such a complicated scenario like this? He should have just arranged for Alesha to be with Garvin directly, without this whole show of flaunting her body in front of other lecherous men.
A women's auction. William indeed planned this by entering Alesha into it so that she could captivate Garvin with her beauty. After that, Alesha would follow the plan they had set. William sat in the back, occasionally sipping a cigarette between his fingers, staring at Garvin's back in front of him.
"Let's welcome the chosen woman," the MC's voice echoed.
Alesha was number 5, which meant she would walk last. Her hands began to sweat coldly. Her face felt stiff, devoid of expression.
"Start."
The other women began undressing, swaying sensually. What was Alesha supposed to do? She remained silent.
"WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE? TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES!"
"HEY, STATUE!"
These were the shouts from the men who wanted to see Alesha's body. The MC, seeing the chaos, quickly approached Alesha who was still standing still.
"What are you doing? You'll ruin this event."
The MC roughly grabbed Alesha's arm, intending to drag her off the stage. This event might be ruined because of a woman like Alesha who didn't know her place.
"Number 5. 900 thousand dollars," a man's voice called out.
Everyone was shocked. The MC, who was about to pull Alesha off, now pulled her back to keep her on stage.
Everyone was stunned. Garvin, who was known to be very picky with women, had raised the number early.
"Number 5. 1.5 million dollars." That was William. The man had truly raised the stakes.
Garvin turned around. It was clear that he was glaring at William. The atmosphere between the two men was cold and terrifying.
"Number 5. 2 million dollars." Another lecherous man started to bid.
"Number 5. 3 million dollars." William raised his number again.
Silence. No one else was bidding. "Is there anyone else who wants to bid?" the MC asked.
"If not…"
"Number 5. 10 million dollars."
Everyone was completely stunned. That was an astronomical amount. Garvin looked at Alesha with a piercing gaze. When he wanted something, Garvin had to get it.
"Is there anyone else bidding?" the MC asked.
A moment of silence. "If not, Number 5 belongs to Mr. Garvin Carver Blackton."
Alesha didn't know where she was being taken. After being sold, oh god, she cursed herself. She meant after the event, Alesha would officially belong to Garvin. She had changed clothes—her mini dress that once clung to her body was now replaced with a knee-length dress with a slightly open top.
The dress, supposedly given by Garvin, was better than her previous one. Alesha's eyes were covered with a black cloth. She didn't know where she was being taken—what she knew was that the car had now stopped.
"We've arrived. You can take it off, Miss," the man said.
Alesha touched the black cloth over her eyes. Once she could see clearly, Alesha was truly amazed by the building in front of her.
A luxurious, grand mansion. Far bigger than William's place. A man dressed in all black opened the door for her—Alesha stepped out.
"Haven't we met before?" Alesha asked.
"Don't speak."
Alesha clicked her tongue. She needed to meet Garvin quickly to carry out her mission. The man showed her the entrance. They walked until they stopped in front of a closed black door.
"Mr. Garvin is waiting."
Alesha hesitated before opening the door. There, she saw the man who killed Aldrich. Yes, Garvin was sitting on the sofa with a glass in his hand. Alesha stared at Garvin intently—her anger flared up again. She clearly remembered how Garvin had laughed at Aldrich's body lying at his feet.
"Why are you just standing there? Are you going to be a statue?" Garvin sarcastically remarked.
Alesha walked up, giving the most beautiful smile she could muster to tempt Garvin, then sat beside him.
"I bought you for a high price. Now, you must satisfy me," Garvin said casually.
Alesha blinked, then nodded with a smile still clearly on her face. Her hand moved to take the bottle and pour its contents into Garvin's small glass.
"I don't want to get drunk," he said after Alesha finished pouring his drink. "Take your clothes off quickly," he ordered.
"Why should I take my clothes off?" Alesha responded.
Garvin glared at her. "Take them off yourself, or I'll tear them off."
Alesha clenched her fists tightly. She had to do this! She had to do all of this to kill Garvin. Alesha stood up, slowly unzipping her dress. She lowered the dress until her body was only covered in red underwear.
Garvin's gaze never left Alesha for a second. This was the first time he had seen a woman who was so stiff. A woman who didn't know how to seduce him. He smiled faintly. Garvin now realized that he had spent millions of dollars on this pathetic woman.
Garvin slapped his thigh. "Come here."
Alesha stood stiffly in front of Garvin. Without hesitation, Garvin pulled Alesha's waist, making her fall into his lap. His fingers traced Alesha's face. "This isn't the first time I've seen you, is it?"
Alesha nodded. "First at the club, and second at your mansion."
Garvin gripped Alesha's waist. She was not only pathetic but slow—Garvin wanted to curse. How could he have bought a woman like this? "You were the one on the beach."
"Really?"
Garvin pulled Alesha's neck and kissed her, devouring her sweet lips which felt addictive. His fingers gently traced Alesha's jaw. Although Alesha returned the kiss awkwardly.
In her 22 years of life, this was the first time Alesha had kissed a man. Unfortunately, it was with the man who had killed her lover. Even though Alesha had never practiced kissing, she had often seen how people did it.
Somehow, Alesha found herself in Garvin's arms. He laid her on the bed. Garvin took off his own clothes, pulling the white shirt that clung to his body, revealing his muscular abs. His body was covered in scars and tattoos.
"I can't play gentle," Garvin said before kissing Alesha again, biting her slender neck.
Alesha wasn't fully naked. She still wore her undergarments. Her left hand rested on Garvin's neck while her right hand grabbed something hidden inside her chest. A small needle.
The needle contained a very dangerous poison. According to William, her job was to stab it into Garvin's neck, and he would fall immediately. Now, the needle was in Alesha's hand.
Alesha smiled during their kiss. 'You will die,' she said to herself. Alesha's hand moved to stab the needle into Garvin's neck.