The night was deep, but the neon lights still shone brightly. In the grand hall on the top floor of the Golden Chalice, New York Citys most exclusive entertainment club, Emily Thompson let out a sharp roar: "William Hunter, what do you really think of me?!"
"Emily Thompson, what do you think you are, huh?" William Hunter sneered, his tall and handsome figure casually pushing Emily towards the stage in the hall.
Tonights stage was different. Every month at this time, a grand private auction would be held, with items of all kinds being auctioned off, purely for the amusement of the wealthy.
William Hunter pushed Emily onto the stage to sell her, a living person, as if she were an object.
How could he!
"I am a person, not an item, William Hunter, get out of my way!" Emily said indignantly, turning to run off the stage as soon as she steadied herself.
This time, William Hunter did not stop her but watched her flee in embarrassment and said coldly, "At this point, what are you pretending to be noble for? Emily Thompson, do you still want to save your mother?"
Emily froze at the words.
William Hunters meaning was very clear; in his eyes, she had always been so cheap.
She had loved him for so many years, giving her all, and still ended up in this situation.
Emily felt as if she had a bone stuck in her throat, her heart was blocked, and her eyes were sore and acidic.
She had to raise her head high to keep the tears from falling.
"Emily Thompson, if you have the guts, just leave, I wont force you!" William Hunter couldnt stand her proud posture and sneered coldly. "Its just money, you wont get a penny!"
A sharp sound, and Emily felt as if she had been pierced by a sword, the pain was unbearable.
The Thompson family was facing bankruptcy, and her mother was still lying in the emergency room; she needed money for both!
The beautiful wish of not bowing for five pecks of rice was indeed impossible for her.
And the person who forced her to bow was her own beloved man; Emily felt desolate for herself.
"Well!" Emily bit her red lips, clenched her fists tightly, and her nails had already dug into her flesh without realizing it.
"No need to change clothes, I can get a good price too, Mr. Hunter, dont worry!" Emily closed her eyes and swallowed the useless tears, and when she looked up again, her eyes were firm, as if she had changed into another person.
She walked to the middle of the stage in high heels with her head held high, and as the host introduced her, she numbly took off her coat to reveal the tight white sweater underneath, straightened up, twisted her waist, and struck a charming pose, causing the audience to scream in an uproar.
Whats the point of taking it off, he doesnt care, and she has nothing to care about?
Since this is what he wants to see, then she will do as he wishes.
As the music swayed, she swayed hard, and after a beautiful spin, she raised her hands, and the sweater slipped off...
The people under the stage were all eager, but no one saw her heart bleeding...