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Chapter 4 My New School

  • Amelia Snyder
  • I remained expressionless and mouthed after noticing the man's signal. "Give me a reason."
  • The man whispered, "I'll pay you twice the amount if I get out of here."
  • I thought hysterically, did he say twice?! That's such a good deal! The money can be used to pay for the bronze bull's head that I bought today.
  • Mr. Watson called out, "Now that you've seen today's selection, are there any that you're interested in?"
  • I noticed many of the buyers appeared to be interested. It made no difference whether they bought the women or the men. The former could be kept for personal amusement, while the latter would most likely be sold for prostitution. I was well aware of what these bastards were thinking.
  • Mr. Watson announced, "The opening bid price is 1 million dollars."
  • One million dollars? When I turned to face the man in the cage, I saw that he was enraged. I rolled my eyes as he was worth less than the bronze bull's head.
  • An old man with a beer belly raised his bid paddle and shouted, "1.5 million dollars."
  • Another called out, "2 million dollars."
  • "3 million dollars," a hoarse voice sounded. I turned to look at the bidder, a balding elderly gentleman.
  • Is he interested in men? I wondered.
  • I raised my bid paddle and smiled triumphantly. "5 million dollars."
  • Gerald raised his brow and smiled nervously. He was intrigued by my bold move.
  • Someone called out, "Six million dollars."
  • I grinned at Gerald before confidently raising the bid. "6.5 million dollars." I had no desire to possess the man. I was more focused on the prize he had promised.
  • "7 million dollars." The man with the beer belly joined the competition once again. However, he immediately regretted his decision. "Damn it! I shouldn't have raised my bid paddle."
  • Gerald could no longer sit still. He whispered in my ear, "How much do you have left, Ames?"
  • I replied nonchalantly, "Not more than 10 million."
  • Gerald asked worriedly, "What are we going to do if the bid price is more than 10 million dollars? You won't be able to take him away."
  • I scoffed and replied, "The old man with the beer belly is so annoying. How dare he fight with me! The man in the cage belongs to me."
  • Gerald chuckled. "Got it."
  • A clear voice sounded just as I was about to raise the bid price to eight million dollars. Everyone in the room tried to figure out where the sound came from.
  • Suddenly, a large group of black-clad guards barged in and seized Mr. Watson.
  • "What's happening?" Mr. Watson demanded.
  • While some guards began tearing open the metal gates, others kneeled in front of the man in the cage and apologized. "We have failed to protect you. We deserve to be punished, Mr. Cohen."
  • Mr. Watson was taken aback when he learned the man's identity. He had caught Benjamin Cohen, a member of Sudbury City's most powerful family. The man was also the CEO of the city's largest conglomerate.
  • At the age of 25, Benjamin was already a successful billionaire with global business ventures. He was said to be in control of the world's financial system.
  • The man in the cage stood up, and his mouth curved into a smile. He glanced at Mr. Watson and challenged, "Do I look good, Mr. Watson?"
  • Everyone in the room exchanged puzzled looks with one another. Before Gerald could say anything, I placed my finger on my lips to signal him to remain silent.
  • Mr. Watson pleaded, "It's a misunderstanding! We didn't know that it was you, Mr. Cohen! If we knew who you were, we'll never have the guts to put you in the cage. What's more, this isn't our fault!"
  • I guessed Mr. Watson must have purchased Benjamin from another party before putting him up for auction.
  • Benjamin broke into a sinister laugh before instructing, "Send him to the police station then. Get them to investigate who sold me to Mr. Watson."
  • His men answered, "Okay."
  • I was slightly disappointed at the sudden twist of events. There was no reason for me to stay on now that Benjamin was rescued. I put on my sunglasses and walked out of the auction house with Gerald.
  • At seven in the morning, Dad brought me to the school to complete the admission procedures.
  • The principal, Ryan Odin, browsed through the papers and said bluntly, "Mr. Snyder, you should be aware that our school does not accept new students in the twelfth grade. Not only is it unfair for the other students, but it may also drastically affect our school's passing rates."
  • They must have noticed from my resume that I attended Penshaw Village Middle School. They clearly thought that I could not handle the academic rigors of Sierra High School. Moreover, I did not attend tenth and eleventh grade. It did not help that the principal seemed dismissive of me.
  • My father was infuriated at the principal's words. He bellowed, "What do you mean by that? Do you intend to offend the Snyders?"
  • Mr. Odin was alarmed by the threat. He immediately apologized, "I mean no harm. I'll bring Amelia to her classroom right away."
  • I guessed that the principal was unaware of my relationship with Victor Snyder. He would not, however, dare to offend the man, given his position of power in Sudbury City.
  • As I followed my homeroom teacher, Adrian Flores, to the classroom, I heard the ruckus coming from Class A in twelfth grade. The students still appeared to be enjoying themselves after the holidays.
  • "Did you hear that we'll be having a new classmate this semester!" After hearing the comment, the classroom started to quieten down.
  • Someone asked, "A newcomer in twelfth grade? Does she plan to take the examinations?"
  • "Yeah. She's attending school so that she can get the graduation certification."
  • "I heard that she came from the village."
  • "A village bumpkin wants to join us?"
  • An uproar enveloped the classroom as many students started to protest. "I don't want to be in the same class as a village bumpkin!"
  • The classroom chatter dwindled to silence when I stepped in with Mr. Flores.
  • "Silence!" Mr. Flores stood in front of the classroom and cleared her throat before continuing, "This is your new classmate. Please give her a warm welcome."
  • Mr. Flores turned to me and said tenderly, "Why don't you introduce yourself?"
  • I nodded and said, "Hello, I'm Amelia Snyder."