Rich Aguirre and Albert Brown had similar backgrounds, both being neglected second sons in their families.
They had hung out together since they were kids, and when Albert Brown started his own venture, Rich Aguirre also joined him as a shareholder.
Albert Brown sat there, his eyebrows knitted together, and upon hiding his casual smile, he suddenly looked charmingly nonchalant.
Rich Aguirre, on the other hand, was truly a spoiled brat, slouching and radiating decadence from head to toe,
Albert Brown glanced at him and Rich Aguirre straightened up immediately, "It's just an auction! What's the big deal? Look, it's just a pot with a broken flower, and the highest price will be seven digits. They made it a No.1auction item. Do you think this flower is made of gold?"
Finishing his thought, he laughed.
Albert Brown's gaze fell on the No.1 item, just listing "one pot of flowers," without even mentioning the name of the flower, and his eyes showed a hint of interest.
This seller really knew how to arouse people's appetite - a professional!
He said lazily, "Perhaps it's made of diamonds."
Rich Aguirre continued to laugh, "Well, that's true. A diamond-made flower would be worth more than a gold one..."
They joked and watched the auctioneer's gavel strike numerous times before excitedly announcing, "Ladies and gentlemen, here comes the long-awaited No.1 auction item!"
"This is a pot of flowers with magical properties. Don't let its plain appearance fool you—it has effects that rival the miraculous power of divine medicine..."
While the auctioneer was half-way through hyping up the No.1 auction item, Rich Aguirre couldn't help but laugh, but then Albert Brown suddenly sat straight.
He stared closely at the twisted-neck flower carefully lifted to the stage by two people, his pupils dilating to twice their size.
It was exactly the same, even the angle of the twist was identical - not even a tiny difference.
"Come on, Albert Brown! Even if the flower is expensive, you can afford it. Why are you acting so pathetic!" Rich Aguirre saw that Albert Brown's jaw was about to drop and couldn't help but joke at him.
"Could it be that I am really being kept by someone else?" Albert Brown muttered to himself.
Rich Aguirre, who heard this remark: "..."
Are there really women in this world who can afford to keep Albert Brown?
Albert Brown regained his composure, and mysteriously touched his chin, "The world of the rich, beyond your imagination!"
Who knew if his little wife had any other aliases?
Rich Aguirre tried to touch Albert Brown's forehead, "Are you running a fever?"
Albert Brown glanced at Rich Aguirre's outstretched hand, and after Rich Aguirre awkwardly drew it back, he looked at the flower on stage with an escalating bidding price and lazily smiled.
Rich Aguirre suddenly felt that Albert Brown's mood was particularly good at this moment.
He also looked at the pot of flowers. Could it be that this flower had magical powers?
The flowers fetched a high price, and Amelia Sanchez was very happy.
As she planned to buy something for Albert Brown, Father Lincoln called.
His voice was still as simple and honest as ever, but with a trace of urgency, "Amelia, where are you? Your mother went shopping and said she was not feeling well. I am on a business trip and can't make it back. Can you go pick up your mother and take her to the hospital?"
Amelia immediately worried, quickly put down her work and replied, "Tell me the address, and I'll be right there!"
But when she hurriedly arrived at the place Father Lincoln mentioned, she couldn't find her mother, "Where is my mother?"
"Just now, a kind-hearted person found your mother unconscious and said they took her to the neighboring hotel. The room number is 201..."
Amelia couldn't listen to the rest of Father Lincoln's words. Her mother was taken into a hotel by a stranger?
Not waiting for the elevator, she ran to the second floor and banged on room 201's door.
"Where is my mo..." As soon as the door opened, Amelia was dragged in by a strong force before she could finish her sentence.
Shane Goodwin rubbed his hands together, his eyes lewd, "Amelia, I knew you liked me!"
Amelia looked at the portly, greasy-faced, bald man in front of her and almost threw up.
"Where is my mother?" She got up from the bed, her hand behind her quietly pressing the call button on her phone.
Shane walked closer to Amelia, "Amelia, this is our special moment, why mention your mother?"
"Shane, what do you want to do!"
"Hehe! Amelia, don't play dumb. A man and a woman alone in a room, what do you think I want to do!"
Amelia backed against the wall, "Shane, this is rape, it's a crime!"
"What's the crime! Don't say it like it's so horrible! Once the rice is cooked, we'll be family in one pot..."
Shane found Amelia's fearful expression even more thrilling.
When it comes to women, once you take their bodies, they resign themselves to it!
Shane fantasized about Amelia under his body, drooling with lust.
At that moment, he suddenly felt his collar being grabbed, and then his side ached, as he was sent flying through the air.
Amelia looked up and caught sight of Albert Brown's icy cold eyes. Only when he saw her did his eyes thaw.
Albert Brown pulled Amelia behind him, staring at Shane who had slid down the wall like a dead man.
Shane clutched his waist, shouting in pain, "Who are you! Attacking people for no reason! I'll sue you!"
Albert Brown sneered, then lifted his foot and was about to kick Shane again as Amelia grabbed his sleeve and whispered, "Kick his third leg!"
Shane gasped, his voice a shriek, "You stinky woman! Are you seduced by this gigolo? Are you planning to kill your own husband? Let me tell you, she's my wife, and what we do as a married couple is normal! If you... I'll sue you—"
Albert Brown didn't wait for him to finish his sentence, aiming a direct kick between Shane's legs.
Amelia stepped forward, holding up her phone, "Shane, I recorded what you did just now. If you dare deny it, I'll call Mr. Lincoln! Otherwise—"
Shane held his crotch, just raising his head to face Albert Brown's terrifying eyes, and shrank back in fright, "You recorded it, so what? Your father already agreed to let me marry you, and he took the money already!"
Amelia sneered in anger, and pulled Albert Brown's hand, "Shane, take a good look, this is my husband - we have a marriage certificate!"
"...You two... adulterous couple! Mr. Lincoln tricked me! My money—" Shane clenched his teeth, his face twisted with rage.
He had been smitten with Amelia the first time he saw her.
Father Lincoln promised him that as long as he was willing to pay up, he would definitely let Amelia marry him.
But now—
He looked up, and was met with Albert Brown's murderous eyes, shuddered in fear, and almost wet himself.
Amelia looked back quizzically, Albert Brown smiled warmly at her, and then his eyes turned cold again.
That damned Shane must be out of his mind!
Amelia held up her phone, "Are you calling him or not? If not, I'm calling 110 (Emergency)!"
"I'm calling! I'm calling—"
Shane thought, if he was going to have bad luck, why should he be the only one!