Denise glared toward the VIP room where Emperor Philip resided, his expression full of contempt. It felt as though his prized possession had been forcefully snatched away from him.
His blood boiled, and his eyes grew red with anger. Unfortunately, the beautiful women who had been in his company earlier had already left, leaving him with no outlet for his frustration.
"What the hell is going on? Why does everything feel so unlucky today?!" Denise muttered, his voice laced with disbelief.
Not only had he failed to indulge in the pleasures he anticipated before the auction began, but his most trusted servant, Gordon, had inexplicably vanished as well.
