Love in Prime Years novel Chapter 51

A billion…

That’s a record.

Every eye was on Lawrence when he shouted out.

The old man in the front line, obviously, was not willing to give up that easily. But he saw Lawrence’s face, he chickened out and put down his plate.

There were still some people who could afford a billion though it was no small amount. But they couldn’t afford Lawrence’s fury.

As the new leader of the Dominic Group, with four of the strongest family at his back, Lawrence did whatever he willed in the whole country. Nobody dared mess with him.

“Lawrence, that’s so outrageous.”

It took Torre quite a while to grasp the fact that Lawrence actually made a bid.

“A gentleman does not take away other’s love, that’s an old saying of your people. Quit if you still take me for a friend, Lawrence. She’s my Venus.”

Slowly, Lawrence turned his face. He looked extremely calm though he made people crept. He smiled in a threatening way. “Torre, I’m right here if you want to fight.”

For an instant, Torre shut his mouth.

Lawrence was a fierce fighter. Torredidn’t want to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

His fascination for Amelia overtaken his fear for Lawrence and gave him the courage to ask, with a ray of hope. “Lawrence, are you being a generous host and bidding Amelia to send me?”

Lawrence replied him with a smile, one that brought no warmth but coldness and threats to Torre.

“Keep dreaming.”

Torre pressed his mouth sullenly. He still lost his Venus at the end.

“One billion once!”

“One billion twice!”

“One billion thrice!”

“Deal!”

Until the host thundered the hammer down, Ameila was still in shock.

She would never have thought that Lawrence would join the auction, nor would her have thought that he would buy her.

She bit her lip so forcibly until the smell of blood suffused her mouth.

She wouldn’t take it as Lawrence had feelings for her. If he did, he wouldn’t have refused her plead when she begged him for money to save Leigh or had Lillian living at Repulse Bay and had sex with her.

He bought her just to trample her pride.

She didn't want to sell herself to Lawrence as some kind of goods. But she had no choice due to the situation she’s in now.

And come to think about it, it didn't really matter. It’s money that she wanted. She’s just brazen whore. Humiliation meant nothing to her.

In thoughts, she was ushered to Lawrence by the manager.

There was jealousy obviously in the manager’s eyes when she looked at Amelia. And it was all admiration and flatter when she looked at Lawrence.

“Mr. Lawrence. Tonight, Miss Amelia’s first dance will belong to you. I prepared a room for you upstairs, wish you beautiful night.”

The manager gave Amelia a look and then left hurriedly.

Amelia took a deep breath and took a step forward. She held Lawrence’s hand, as the manager had told her to before.

“Mr. Lawrence, please.”

“Ah…”

A sudden pain at her wrist made her scream out.

Lawrence didn’t choose to dance with her. Instead, he held her up and strode upstairs to the guest room.

“Mr. Lawrence! We have to dance first.”

Realizing what he was trying to do, Amelia tried to wrench herself off him.

“Dance?”

Lawrence sneered, and then looked daggers at her. “Save it, Amelia. Who are you trying to fool? You did everything to seduce men here, and it’s just for a dance?

“I…”

Amelia was at a loss. She knew already that it was more than just a dance she was auctioning.

She kept silent then, and Lawrence’s face darkened at her reaction. He sped up his steps. In the blink of an eye, they were in the room already.

The manager had someone put an agreement on the desk in the room already. Rudely, Lawrence threw Amelia on the bed soon as they entered the room, and then grabbed the agreement and tossed it onto her face.

Every woman who sold their first dance had to sign an agreement.

To be a slave to the man who bought her, do whatever he commands.

If she broke it, she had to pay an amount of money ten times the price the man paid to buy her. And of course, if the buyer got tired of her, he could annul the agreement anytime he wanted.

After signing, numbly, she put the agreement back to the desk. She found it pathetic and ridiculous. While most people became a better version of themselves, she turned from Lawrence’s wife to his mistress.

But fortunately, her life would soon end.

She would soon relieve herself.

“I had signed, Mr. Lawrence.” Weeping, she said. It took every bit of power in her to say that.

“On your knees.”

Amelia paused, she wouldn’t have expected Lawrence to ask her to do so.

A layer of ice cover his face when Lawrence noticed Amelia didn’t move. He squinted. “What? You want to break the agreement?”

That’s right, the agreement said she had to do whatever the buyer asked.

She hadn’t got the money to save Leigh yet, she dared not break the agreement.

She turned her head aside to hide her fragility from Lawrence.

He thought she’s a bitch, a whore; she could only be fucked by him kneeling.

Lawrence, all over vows are void if I kneel, do you understand that?

We could not go back in time.

I knew it, I always knew. I just still hold pathetic hope.

“On your kness.”