Third person's POV
Derek took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
Tabitha and Ayla, dressed in silver gowns, appeared grand, vintage, and exquisite.
With silver chains as accessories, they had a unique beauty.
Ayla's face was unobstructed.
When her innocent and angelic face appeared on the large screen, many were captivated by her heavenly appearance.
She wasn't drugged, her large eyes clear and bright.
Adorned with crystal and feather headpieces, she looked like an exotic princess.
Her innocent eyes didn't understand what was happening. She didn't cry but stared curiously at everything around her, like a curious fawn that had wandered into a den of wolves.
Her tender pink lips were slightly parted, and Derek could read her lips from the screen.
"Mommy, Wilmot."
Derek's fingers had already touched his weapon. At this moment, he wished he could draw it out and shoot Matilda on the spot.
The rest of the crowd was already in an uproar. The little girl was stunningly beautiful.
Some were already planning to update their collections, while more perverse individuals were thinking of buying her and raising her for a few years to make a perfect companion.
Others were anticipating that if the little girl was so beautiful, her mother must be even more stunning.
Tabitha was not as free as Ayla. She leaned against the bars of the cage, looking weak and breathless.
Derek guessed that the bastard must have drugged Tabitha and worried about the effects on her health.
Matilda was still passionately introducing them, "This one, without exaggeration, is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, no one else! She is as beautiful as a fairy from another dimension, so tonight, we change the rules. Before the auction, would you like to remove her mask?"
The crowd was buzzing with discussions and even cursing Matilda for being dramatic.
Despite the complaints, her tactics indeed piqued everyone's interest in Tabitha.
Given the child's beauty, no one could imagine how stunning she would be.
Tabitha was tall and had lost weight due to illness. Even though she had regained some during this period, she was still thinner than before.
Her skin was fair, with glittering powder on her collarbones, and her frail body was bound by silver chains, creating a stark contrast that made her even more pitiable. She looked like an imprisoned angel, evoking sympathy and desire.
Her hair had been styled with a beautiful wig, curly blond locks cascading down her body.
Even her ears were deliberately made up to look like elven ears, giving her an enigmatic and refined appearance.
How could such a person not be captivating?
Matilda created a new rule: the unmasking fee, starting at ten million dollars.
Ten million dollars just to remove Tabitha's mask.
People at the venue were already cursing, calling Matilda a dishonest merchant.
However, when Matilda mentioned that the person who removed her mask would get a kiss from her, everyone became eager to try.
Half of Tabitha's face was covered, revealing her full, petal-like lips.
Her slender neck was as elegant as a swan's, and her delicate collarbones were exquisite. Even with her small mouth slightly open, she had already stimulated the senses of all the men present.
A kiss for ten million dollars was worth it.
Derek was about to explode with anger. Matilda, being a woman, knew exactly how to retaliate against him.
A quick and clean cut was not as painful as slow torture.
She was avenging the night he had wronged her, slicing him slowly and deliberately with a simmering knife.
She wasn't in a hurry to kill him but wanted to make him suffer.
Matilda's gaze fell on Derek, her lips curling into a slight smile. "The game begins now."