Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Inside the cage, a man about six feet two inches tall slowly opened his eyes. His features were nearly perfect. Clad in a tight- fitting black outfit, his physique was on full display, while his golden hair shone softly under the lights.

His delicate face radiated a striking coolness, and his clear, bright eyes were filled with an intense, fiery rage. The earrings he wore emitted a faint blue glow, and his deep–set eyes had a wild untamed look.

As he tried to move, he realized his hands were shackled with chains. Looking down at the stunned crowd below him, he felt a wave of disgust wash over him.

Just as everyone was in awe of the man’s beauty, he shocked them with his words. “What the hell? You pests, shut your eyes! If you dare to keep staring, I swear I’ll gouge them out! Hurry up and free me!”

The people in the underground auction were taken aback. No one expected a man who looked like Apollo to speak so arrogantly and crudely.

Marina watched the man in the cage, her lips twitching in irritation. Clearly, his bravado shattered the mysterious image he initially had in her mind

This guy was so different from what his looks suggested. He had been sent here after being drugged into unconsciousness.

As he gazed around, he probably realized the situation he was in ‘What the hell… I’m being treated like some auction item? I used to be a VIP at underground auctions!‘ he raged inwardly.

Not seeing any familiar faces, he knew he was far from Mysonna Looking down at the crowd, he said ominously, “Let me tell you, anyone who bids on me, I’ll make sure their entire family pays.”

His words ignited anger among the auction staff. How dare an auction item speak so boldly! Many in the crowd had unique tastes, and after the cloth was removed, they were already eager. Who wouldn’t want a man like him?

Worried he would say something even crazier, Marina quickly signaled to one of the attendants. The attendant understood, the cue and rushed over to cover the man’s mouth.

Unable to speak, he could only shoot fiery glares at everyone below him. Unbeknownst to him, this only piqued the curiosity of some in the crowd.

“Alright, everyone,” Marina announced, “Bidding can begin. The starting bid is 30 million dollars. This exceptional man is truly a rare find.”

As soon as she finished, the auction participants began feverishly bidding. The excitement was palpable.

“I’ll bid 37 million dollars!”

“40 million dollars!”

“43 million dollars!”

On the second floor, Yvette stood with her hands in her pockets, gazing down at the man in the cage. Her eyes seemed like bottomless pits, and a chilling smirk played across her lips, shrouding her in mystery.

When Rory noticed Yvette’s expression, she assumed Yvette was taken in by the man too. After all, even she felt a stir of interest upon catching a glimpse of him.

But then she remembered the scar on her face, and the infatuation in her expression vanished in an instant. Beautiful men could be better liars and deserved the worst punishment.

Rory scoffed, “Yvette, have you fallen for this guy? He’s just another pretty face. What’s so special about him?”

Yvette tilted her head slightly, her delicate brows arched in amusement. Then, to Rory’s surprise, she pressed the bidding button. Moments later, an attendant at the entrance called out, “100 million dollars!”

Rory’s face turned red with anger as she yelled, “Are you out of your mind? 100 million dollars for a guy? I’m telling you, I’m not spending that kind of cash. You figure it out! You think 100 million grows on trees?”

She couldn’t believe Yvette had the guts to make such a bold move and bid 100 million dollars without consulting anyone.

Even if Yvette had money, there was no way she’d be a fool to throw down that much. Unless Yvette was begging on her knees, Rory wasn’t budging.

Completely unfazed, Yvette nodded slowly. “100 million dollars is like pocket change to me.”

Rory was stunned, thinking, ‘Is Yvette really that crazy? What did she mean by pocket change? Who on earth would think that 100 million dollars is just like pocket change? It’s utterly ridiculous.

On the first floor, when Yvette called out the bid for 100 million dollars, the room fell silent for a moment.

“No way! Someone actually bid 100 million dollars?”

“Yeah, that’s from a VIP on the second floor. No big deal.”

“But seriously, even if he’s drop–dead gorgeous, 100 million dollars? I thought 85 million dollars was already over the top.. Who is this big spender throwing money around like this?”

“Man, you’ve got a point. 100 million dollars would get you rare diamonds or gold collectibles, but a man? Come on!”

“Ah, that’s because you don’t get it. There are lonely rich ladies on the second floor, and they’re a different breed. We’re just here for the entertainment.”

“That’s true…”

Marina, standing at the front, hadn’t seen this coming either. They estimated the man’s value at around 70 million dollars, so this was way beyond their expectations. They were about to score big.

The man in the cage was struggling hard, his face flushed. ‘Am I really only worth 100 million dollars? Seriously, who do they think they are looking down on?‘ he snarled to himself.

Suddenly, a spark of realization hit him. He stopped struggling, thinking that once he was free, he’d come back and burn this underground auction to the ground.

Just as Marina was about to bring down the gavel, a deep man’s voice interrupted, “135 million dollars.”

Marina’s hand froze in the air, shock written all over her face. It wasn’t just her; everyone in the underground auction was stunned, frozen in place as they turned to see who had made that insane bid.

A man? Some gazes shifted to a more dubious look. What could a man possibly want with another man at that price? It wasn’t hard to guess.

A guy wearing a ghost mask stood tall, his intense gaze fixed on the second floor.

Marina regained her composure, surprised to discover such a big player lurking on the first floor.

A bid of 135 million made her hand tremble slightly as she stared at the man in the ghost mask.

He exerted a mesmerizing aura just by standing there. Although she couldn’t see the face behind the mask, based on her experience, this masked man was probably just as intriguing as the one in the cage.

The man in the cage couldn’t tear his gaze away from the ghost–masked man, his eyes sharp as blades.

Marina quickly looked up at the second floor; everyone’s eyes w second floor raise their bids?‘ everyone wondered.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Yvette cast her eyes down at the man in the ghost mask, pinchin dancing in her expression.

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