Evelyn gasped.
The third man unveiled himself and she almost fainted on the spot. The sick smile he sent her was sickening. Even from afar, his intentions were very clear not that he bothered hiding them at all.
"A Hundred million, gentlemen." the emcee announced. "Do we have a hundred and ten million?" no one answered him and Evelyn almost begged the crowd to counter with something. Anything was better than him. Anything.
"A hundred million going once, Going twice," he raised something in the air, "and sold!" he hit something On the podium that he was standing on, Evelyn flinched at the sound.
"Take her!" The emcee roared at someone.
Evelyn felt a hand over her arm which dragged her behind the curtain.
"Let go!" She yelled at the top of her lungs and pulled her back only for the man that was pulling her to stop and slap her.