Jane Sullivan returned to the villa and sat on the
sofa, waiting for Ethan. Ethan, a man with a strong sense of possession, would definitely not remain calm seeing his "possession" touched by another man. Jane Sullivan was prepared to be thrown out.
However, she waited all night in vain. The snow outside had stopped, but Ethan never returned. She needed to find a way to make Ethan thoroughly detest her. With this thought, Jane Sullivan went to the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, and looked in the mirror. She forcefully pinched her neck and collarbone until she created marks that resembled hickeys. Only then did she stop.
Her eyes in the mirror were already clouded with mist. Jane Sullivan knew this was her first and last chance to leave Ethan.
She neatly packed her clothes into a suitcase and changed into a mature-looking dress. After putting on a coat and wrapping a scarf around her neck, she picked up a check marked with the amount "one billion" from the bedside table. The check was from Justin, who had prepared it to help Jane Sullivan break free from her obligations.
Jane Sullivan put the check in her bag and left the house, hailing a taxi to Grayson.
At the Grayson headquarters, Ethan, smoking a cigarette, looked intently at Jane Sullivan while twirling the check in his hand.
"So, you have a new backer and couldn't wait to come here for a divorce? You really think I, Ethan, am a pushover?"
"I don't know if Uncle Four is a vegetarian or a meat-eater, but I didn't come here today to beat around the bush," Jane Sullivan said, standing up calmly. "The money has been returned. Our Sullivan family owes nothing to the Graysons anymore. Uncle Four, from today on, we are even."
"Evan after we're even, you're going to climb into Justin's bed?"
"I already have."
Jane Sullivan's lips curled into a triumphant smile, her eyes sparkling with victory. Ethan's eyes darkened instantly, pausing at the scarf around her neck. He stepped forward, forcefully pulling the scarf away...
When he saw the marks, his pupils dilated. "You really did it with him?"
"Uncle Four, you're feigning ignorance. I like Justin; it's normal for me to do it with him."
"Normal?" Ethan's veins bulged with anger. The thought of Jane Sullivan with Justin was unbearable.
"You're so cheap, Jane Sullivan!" He choked her neck again, but Jane Sullivan showed no fear, responding with mockery: "Did Uncle Four just realize I'm cheap? I've been cheap for a long time."
"Fine, since you're so cheap, I'll indulge you today!" Ethan said, grabbing her and her coat and walking out.
To Jane Sullivan's shock, Ethan took her to the other shore, a paradise for men located on an island 30 kilometers off the coast of Beicheng. It was a place where rich men sought thrill, where anything you could imagine happened.
When Jane Sullivan was dressed in a backless dress by a makeup artist and taken by Ethan to the underground marketplace, she realized there was no turning back.
They encountered a flamboyantly dressed older woman who lit up at the sight of Ethan. "CEO, you haven't been here for a while. We have some new goods; you might want to check them out."
Ethan casually responded and walked on with Jane Sullivan, hearing the woman ask, "CEO, you're not here to sell, are you?"
Ethan stopped, turned, and with a hooked smile asked, "If I were to sell, how much do you think her bottom price would be? Just so I have an idea."
The woman looked Jane Sullivan up and down. "If I may ask, CEO, is she fresh?"
"If she were fresh, would I sell her to others?" Ethan replied.
After some discussion, Ethan whispered in Jane Sullivan's ear, "Don't worry, I'll help you raise the price. Maybe you'll sell for a good amount."
"Really? Then I should thank Uncle Four in advance."
But Ethan's next words chilled her: "Don't thank me yet. It depends on whether you'll be ruined by men."
Jane Sullivan stiffened, understanding his meaning. She looked at him and replied indifferently, "It's okay. As long as Uncle Four is happy, I don't mind being ruined."
Ethan, his face contorted with rage, dragged her through the marketplace. Jane Sullivan realized she had truly no way out...
After listening, Ethan pursed his lips slightly, "Fine, we shall see." Finishing his words, he took a number card from the woman and attached the number 7 to Jane Sullivan's right shoulder. From the moment the number was attached, men who were originally just watching from a distance started to gather around, showing direct interest.
Ethan was known to come here for entertainment or to buy, but he never sold. His first sale being a top-quality item like Jane had naturally aroused much desire.
Jane Sullivan, her heart already dead, felt nothing under the gaze of so many. Her clear eyes were void of life as Ethan led her to a seat.
Ethan bent down, whispering in her ear, "Good luck, little girl." Then, he stood up and left. But his steps were slow; he was waiting for Jane Sullivan to give up. Then, he would immediately take her away.
However, even as Ethan reached the VIP area, Jane Sullivan's gaze remained fixed forward, never turning her head. At midnight, the auctioneer took the stage, announcing the start of the auction. Only then did Jane Sullivan slightly turn her face, mouthing three words, "I, hate, you."
At that moment, Ethan felt as if a nail was hammered into his heart, impossible to remove. He wanted to pull Jane Sullivan away, cover her face, and leave with her. But the memories of her entanglement with Justin made Ethan retract his caring heart, clenching his fists, watching as Jane Sullivan stood up and walked to the stage like the other auctioned girls, displayed like merchandise.
The crowd discussed which girl was worth spending a fortune on, unanimously focusing on number 7 — Jane Sullivan. The 20-year-old Jane Sullivan, at the bloom of her youth, attracted many with her youthful innocence and defiant eyes.
Ethan reminded himself to stay calm; he was waiting for Jane Sullivan to bow her head. But Jane Sullivan kept her lips pursed, glancing at Ethan in the VIP area with a faint smile.
The first round of group display ended, and the second round of individual showcases began. The men lost interest in the first few girls, waiting for the most beautiful one — Jane Sullivan. As the music started, Jane Sullivan slowly extended her hand, twisting her waist in a peacock dance, displaying her graceful figure to the fullest.
During her dance, men below began bidding. From five to six figures, and without Ethan's intervention, Jane Sullivan was bought by a fat old man with a seven-figure offer. An ending bid of 1.8 million for not a fresh item was rare.
Ethan, sitting in the VIP area, watched indifferently as Jane Sullivan left with the old man, never turning his head. Was she really giving up like this?
His phone vibrated; it was Justin's number. Justin's roar came through immediately, "Ethan! You actually took Jane Sullivan to the other shore!"
Justin had seen photos uploaded by friends on social media, saying today's merchandise was good, asking if they had their eyes on any. He recognized Jane Sullivan at a glance.
"She's already repaid the debt of the Sullivan family to the Graysons. You have no right to sell her!" Justin exclaimed.
Hearing this, Ethan exhaled smoke and put out his cigarette, "Why don't I have the right? At least she's still my wife, Ethan's wife." Then, he ended the call and turned off his phone.
On the other end, Justin, finding Ethan's phone off, immediately sped towards the port, heading to the other shore.
Jane Sullivan was taken to a room by the old man. The fat, greasy man pinched her cheek with a lewd smile, "Baby, do you know? I like the ones that aren't innocent; they're more fun to play with." He undressed, revealing his belly, and then pressed down on Jane Sullivan.
"I've prepared a lot of fun things for you tonight. If you make me happy, I'll give you lots of money."
Listening to the balding old man's repetitive 'brother' references, Jane Sullivan almost vomited. Just as she prepared to push him away, he jumped up, fetching various strange tools from a cabinet — a vibrating bullet, a whip, cotton ropes, handcuffs...
"Which one do you like, baby?" he asked.
Jane Sullivan, seizing the moment of his distraction, kicked him hard, "Like your sister! Get lost!"
The old man, clutching his pained stomach, glared maliciously, "A wild little cat! But I like wild. I won't stop playing until you're broken!"
He grabbed Jane Sullivan's arm and took out a box of pills, approaching her, "Eat this nicely!"