Part 3My Parents Auctioned My Life on Live Stream

Marcus Black's mansion was a hundred times more luxurious than Joanna's apartment.

Seraphina Willow sat on the sofa, wearing a silk robe.

She was Marcus's personal assistant, and also the mistress of this house.

Seeing me enter, she didn't even lift an eyelid.

"Oh, the young lady is back? Martha, go clean up the guest room."

"No need."

Marcus walked out of the study, impeccably dressed in a suit.

"Autumn will stay in the room converted from the basement's media room. It's quiet."

I looked at my shadow on the floor, nodding obediently.

"Thank you, Dad."

He pointed to the clothes on the sofa.

A deep V that plunged to the navel, an almost entirely open back, and a skirt so short that every step would reveal too much.

"Wear this tonight. Go try it on."

I picked up the fabric, thin as a cicada's wing.

"Dad, this dress... isn't it too revealing?"

"What? Disgusted?" He frowned.

"Your grandmother's medical bills are thousands a day. This is all I can afford."

He glanced at me again.

"Besides, Mr. Davis loves this style. Who are you dressing modestly for?"

Seraphina immediately stepped forward, seemingly speaking on my behalf.

"Mr. Black, how about we change it? Autumn is still young, I'm afraid she won't be comfortable."

But the next second, she added.

"However... if it's for Grandma, then Autumn should be a sensible child for once, alright?"

Before I could answer, she had already taken the dress from my hand.

"Come, I'll help you."

Seraphina helped me put on the gown, her fingertip gently tugging down at the neckline.

I instinctively raised my hand to cover myself.

She gripped my wrist.

"Don't block it. Blocking it will make you look guilty."

"If you're not guilty, no one will think anything."

After changing, I was called to the living room.

Marcus was seated at the head, next to a balding man with an oily face.

"Go, pour Mr. Lee a drink."

Marcus lifted his chin towards me.

Wearing that gown that barely covered any private parts, every step I took was precarious.

Mr. Lee's sticky gaze scanned back and forth between my chest and legs.

As I picked up the glass, Mr. Lee deliberately wobbled it, splashing an entire glass of whiskey onto my exposed shoulder and neck.

"Oh dear, my hand is so slippery. Autumn, quickly help Uncle wipe it off."

He grabbed my hand, pressing it onto his greasy thigh.

I trembled all over, looking at Marcus.

He merely calmly glanced at his watch.

"Be quick about it. If you can't even serve Mr. Lee properly, how will you handle Mr. Davis tonight?"

Seraphina took a bucket of ice and poured it directly down my neckline.

"This will wake you up, see how cold and clear your skin looks. Men absolutely fall for this."

The ice cubes pressed against the bruises on my chest, the chill instantly piercing my bones.

I knelt on the floor, picking up the fallen ice cubes one by one, smiling subserviently.

Marcus found it boring and waved his hand, dismissing me.

I returned to the basement, wearing the soaked gown.

The giant screen in the basement silently played Marcus's past charity records.

I rummaged through my worn backpack and found a voice recorder; Grandma had given it to me.

Next to the recorder was a substantial accidental death insurance policy.

I carefully tucked the policy into the inner lining of my bra.

Then I tucked the voice recorder into the most concealed seam of the gown's lining.

The System displayed a prompt in my mind: "Emergency mode activated. If the host's freedom is forcibly deprived, the System will automatically send evidence to major media outlets' inboxes."

I stared at the red text, my throat tightening, and softly said: "Thank you, System."

Seraphina's shrill voice came from outside the door.

"Autumn, Mr. Davis's luxury car is at the door. Come out quickly."

I lifted the hem of my gown, stepped into those ill-fitting high heels, and ascended the stairs one step at a time.

System: Countdown 5 days, 48 hours, 32 minutes.

The door opened, and the white light outside blinded me.