Chapter 3

• Ethan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was calm.
• "Alright, eighty million."
• The second payment came quickly.
• I deleted all the photos of him right in front of him.
• Next was the third, the fourth...
• The prices ranged from fifty million to one hundred million, depending on the person's identity and financial status.
• In just an hour, the numbers in my bank account turned into an astronomical figure I had never seen before.
• The atmosphere in the auction house became extremely eerie.
• The once high and mighty figures were now like lambs to the slaughter, each looking worse than the other.
• And my family's faces turned from confusion to shock, then greed, and now fear.
• They looked at me as if I were a monster.
• Tiffany sat on the ground, eyes empty, muttering, "Mad... you're mad..."
• Yes, I was mad.
• Driven crazy by these monsters.
• When the last target paid up, my balance exceeded one billion.
• I pulled out the USB drive, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with my high heels.
• "Alright, everyone," I picked up the microphone, bowed to the audience. "Thank you for your patronage, tonight's auction ends here."
• With that, I turned to leave the stage.
• "Stop!"
• Drake's voice came from behind me, filled with a heavy sense of threat.
• A dozen of his men immediately surrounded me, blocking my way.
• "Little girl, the show is over. It's time to settle our score, don't you think?"
• Drake slowly stood up, a looming presence like a mountain.
• "You messed up my operation, played with my people, how are we going to settle this?"
• I turned around, looking at him calmly.
• "Drake, your principal plus interest, is fifty million, right?"
• I tapped on my phone for a moment.
• Soon, Drake's phone buzzed.
• He glanced at it, his expression changing.
• "One billion, is that enough?" I asked.
• Drake fell silent, staring at me, trying to read something from my face.
• "Little girl, you've got guts."
• He grinned, showing yellow teeth.
• "But do you think money can solve all problems? You've offended so many people today, do you think you can walk out of this door alive?"
• "Whether I walk out alive or not, doesn't depend on you."
• I met his gaze, "It depends on them."