Chapter 2

• I gave him a faint smile, devoid of any warmth.
• "The rules of the game are simple, the highest bidder wins."
• "Each transaction, we delete all the information of one person."
• "Now, let's start with Mr. Robertson."
• I froze the first photo, Walter in the picture with a beer belly, smiling with creases all over his face.
• "Walter, you are willing to spend thirty million to buy my cousin's so-called first night."
• "So, how much are you willing to spend to buy back your reputation and family?"
• Walter's face turned bright red.
• His wife was known to be fierce, and if she saw this photo, she would definitely not let him off the hook.
• He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words through them.
• "This is blackmail!"
• "Exactly." I admitted frankly, "Not only am I blackmailing you, but I also want to thank all the bosses for helping our family clear the debt in the black market."
• "After all, this is also caused by you, isn't it?"
• My gaze shifted to Tiffany.
• She finally snapped out of her shock, pointing at me and screaming, "Violet! You're crazy! You'll ruin me like this!"
• "Ruin you?" I laughed,
• "Tiffany, weren't these photos taken by me at your request, to keep as a memento?"
• "You said these were proof of your success, why can't you admit it now?"
• Tiffany's face instantly turned pale.
• Yes, all these photos were taken by me.
• For the past five years, I followed her like a shadow, being her assistant, her confidante, her emotional trash can.
• She maneuvered between these men, exchanging her beauty for resources and money.
• And I, was her most trusted recorder.
• She was shrewd, spending all the money she got on herself, never thinking of paying back the family's debts.
• She thought I was stupid, she thought I would always be the cousin she could boss around.
• She didn't know that since she forced my parents to pay her tuition fees and borrow the first high-interest loan, I have been waiting for today.
• "You... you bitch!"
• Tiffany was so angry that she trembled all over, trying to hit me.
• I dodged to the side, grabbed her wrist, and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, your value is just beginning to rise."
• Walter, in the audience, finally made a decision after a brief thought.
• With a grim face, he raised his hand.
• "I bid fifty million!"
• I shook my head, "Sixty million."
• "Deal." Walter accepted dejectedly.
• I signaled one of Drake's men, "Please bring a POS machine up here."
• The man looked at me, then at the dark-faced Drake.
• Drake fell silent for a moment, then waved his hand.
• He probably wanted to see what trick I was up to.
• Soon, Walter's sixty million was transferred.
• In front of everyone, I selected Walter's photo folder and hit the delete key.
• Then, I looked at the man in the second photo.
• "Ethan, it's your turn."
• Ethan Fleming, a man in his thirties who made his fortune through investments and was not yet married, cared a lot about his image.
• His face turned pale, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, trying to stay calm.
• "Miss Violet, name your price."
• "Ethan, you're straightforward." I assessed him.
• "You're younger than Walter, not married yet, and have a bright future. You care more about your image than he does. Eighty million."
• Ethan's mouth twitched.
• The crowd below started whispering, panic spreading.
• They finally realized that I wasn't joking.
• This was a carefully planned operation targeting all of them.
• And I was the one in control.
• My grandparents also caught on at this point, looking at me with greedy eyes.
• My grandmother shouted from the audience, "Violet! I'm your grandmother! You have to split the money with us!"
• My third uncle chimed in, "Yes! Without us, there would be no you! Give us the money now!"
• I acted as if I hadn't heard them, still locking eyes with Ethan.
• "Ethan, have you thought it through? If the photos are exposed, and you have to let your PR team handle this, it will cost you more than eighty million, right?"