Layla felt as if time had stopped turning, she couldn't believe that she had been sold at auction like an inanimate object that had no feelings. Her heart seemed to have stopped beating, the faces of the men with dirty smiles made her nauseous. She doesn't know when this will end and whether there is someone who will save her from this hell?
"I opened it for 50 thousand dollars,"
A middle-aged man raised his hand in a seminar saying, "One hundred thousand dollars!"
"Two hundred thousand dollars!"
John started to smile happily, he didn't expect these men to immediately offer a high price. This will make it easier because he will not stop until he makes many times the profits.
"Who is next?"
"Three hundred thousand dollars!"
