Part 2The Billionaire's Revenge: Auctioning My Dignity

"First photo."

The host smiled meaningfully: "'Moonlight Inquiry', starting price two million."

The whole audience gasped:

"Elegant! Too elegant! Appreciated by both the refined and the common! Mr. Sterling from a scholarly family really knows how to play."

"Two and a half million!"

The host smiled without speaking, and released a text introduction.

I stood up abruptly.

That was a detailed description of the key parts of my wedding night with Chloe.

Besides me, the only one who could write these details was...

I looked at Chloe trembling.

She sat there quietly, a sneer hanging on the corner of her mouth, as if everything here had nothing to do with her.

Only when Liam leaned in to whisper to her would she turn her body sideways, her brows filled with shyness and tenderness.

The discussions in my ears almost drowned me:

"Thought the photos were slutty enough, didn't expect the process to be even more explosive than I thought! Don't fight! Five million! I want the video!"

"Six million!"

"Knowing how to play like this on the first night, can't imagine what comes after... tsk tsk! Ten million!"

"Light the Sky Lantern."

I heard my trembling voice.

Everyone looked at me.

The host looked at me with a professional smile: "Number 438 lights the Sky Lantern, are you sure?"

I slumped back into the chair, my voice weak:

"Sure."

"Tsk! What a pity, that video must be explosive."

"What are you afraid of? How many photos can he last?"

"Exactly, and this is just the first one, right? It gets sluttier later, won't be a loss to wait."

"Number 438 lights the Sky Lantern! Congratulations Mr. Sterling on obtaining the 'Moonlight Inquiry' photo and its accompanying video!"

I closed my eyes, fingernails digging deep into my palms.

The big screen immediately changed to the second photo, along with the accompanying introduction.

"Second photo, 'String Plucking', starting price two million!"

The venue boiled over:

"Does this really exist? With this, who needs male models? President Vance surely gives us free access right!"

Someone sitting close poked me:

"Tsk tsk tsk! Can't tell, you look so upright, but privately you're so cheap."

I glared at him, and he immediately laughed:

"Hey~ I don't despise you! If President Vance doesn't want you, come find me? I'll help you light one, how about it?"

"Don't touch me."

My voice was cold enough to kill, the man snorted disdainfully and sat back:

"What are you pretending for, a thing played rotten by others, ten million!"

"Twenty million!"

"Twenty-five million!"

"Light... the Sky Lantern."

I didn't know with what strength I said these words.

The host glanced at me, smiling meaningfully:

"Number 438 lights the Sky Lantern!"

The transaction was completed, he looked at me with a professional smile:

"Lit the Sky Lantern twice. According to your capital verification results, you have less than five million in cash flow left, oh?"

My tone was dispirited:

"Continue."

"Heh."

The disdain on the host's face wasn't held back for a moment, and he released the third photo:

"Third photo, 'Glazed Glass', starting price two million!"

"Light the Sky Lantern."

Hearing my voice, everyone looked at me in surprise.

The host looked at me:

"Mr. Sterling, your capital verification result before entering was one hundred million four hundred and thirty thousand. You have already lit it twice, the remaining money is not enough."

An old woman blinked at me:

"Beg Brother Sterling, Brother Sterling will help you light it."

I ignored them and looked at Chloe.

She was also looking at me.

Only there was no intention of helping, instead, the corner of her mouth held an arc of disdain.

Everyone looked at her.

After all, she was still my wife.

"What are you all looking at me for?"

Chloe hooked her lips carelessly:

"I said, all auction items are entirely handed over to everyone for bidding."

People breathed a sigh of relief:

"Thank you President Vance for not competing!"

Just then, Liam, who had been sitting beside her, raised his hand:

"How about this, I'll light this photo for Brother Chase."

Chloe looked at him, and after a bit of surprise passed, it was more of an unconcealable smile.

Liam looked at me:

"After all, Brother Chase also sponsored my tuition for studying abroad. I can't be ungrateful."

The smile in Chloe's eyes deepened. Looking at Liam, her always cold brows seemed to melt the ice.

Everyone started jeering:

"No wonder President Vance likes Liam, who wouldn't like someone so obedient?"

"Liam is a good man, blushes just hearing us tease him a bit, unlike someone, tsk tsk tsk!"

Meaningful gazes pierced me like sharp swords.

A trace of imperceptible pride flashed across Liam's mouth, then he looked at me:

"Brother Chase, don't worry."

"Hypocrite."

Hearing my answer, he froze: "What?"

"Your way of repaying me is to occupy my seat and seduce my woman?"

I leaned back in the chair: "Sorry, I haven't fallen to the point where I need help from a bitch and a scumbag."

"Chase Sterling."

Chloe rarely spoke to me.

But it was a tone cold and strange.

I glanced at her coldly and looked at the host:

"I lit the Sky Lantern, I'll do it myself."

"This..."

The host was somewhat troubled:

"If you still want to light it, we can only include the Sterling Group's real estate, but the real estate after bankruptcy has shrunk significantly, barely scraping together fifty million, oh?"

"Just light it, no need to say more."

"Tsk tsk tsk! This man is really crazy."

People shook their heads and teased:

"Giving up even a place to live for this breath, pity, the third photo was the one I fancied at first sight."

"It's okay, haven't even sold a fraction yet, more than three hundred photos, what are you afraid of?"

"Exactly, I took a peek, gets cheaper and less human further back hahaha!"

Everyone's gaze, whether pitying or mocking, was cast towards me:

"Just a beast fighting in a cage."

"Wait for the next one, he can only watch us take his private photos."

"Tsk tsk tsk! Really want to know what expression he will have then, will it be the same as when dominated by President Vance?"

Snickering sounds were endless.

I endured the lump in my throat, silently clenched my fists, and looked up at the host.