The night was pitch-black.

Anchored in the open sea, the Victoria cruise ship was even more chaotic after dark. Men and women in masks flirted and laughed, tension thick in the air.

Dong, dong, dong—three rings of the bell. The crowd instantly buzzed with excitement.

All eyes locked on the auctioneer walking to the center stage, their gazes lit up like fire.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Dream Night. Tonight, forget your worries—go wild…”

As his tempting voice echoed, the room's energy skyrocketed.

Lillian Smith pinched herself hard. The pain helped clear her foggy mind. She clenched her teeth and quickly made her way to the door.

Probably thinking the drug hadn’t worn off, no one was watching the exit. She slipped out without a hitch.

The hallway was dim and eerie.

Clutching the sheer white fabric barely covering her, she kept her head down and walked fast. All she wanted was to get away from this disgusting place. She’d rather leap into the ocean than become a prize on stage.

Her sister’s cold, heartless voice still rang in her ears.

“If you had just given me what I wanted like before, I wouldn’t have dragged you here.”

“Come on, you’re my dear sister, you love me too much to be mad at me, right?”

She had smiled so sweetly when she said that. Like butter wouldn’t melt.

As the second daughter of the powerful Smith family in Haicheng, Daisy Smith clearly knew what happened on the Victoria during these nights—filth, cruelty, and madness. How many girls, willing or not, ended the night broken, scarred, or worse… dead.

And yet, for a man, she’d coldly sent her own sister here to be auctioned off.

That was her sweet, innocent baby sister?

Lillian hated how naive she’d been. How blind. She had spoiled and indulged such a twisted person for so long!

She had to get out. No matter what.

The distant sounds of voices behind made her speed up.

Bam!

Clutching her sore nose, Lillian looked up quickly.

She’d bumped into a tall man, face hidden in the shadows. She couldn’t see him clearly, but his sharp gaze pierced through the dark, staring right at her. Something about him was strangely intense.

“Sorry, could you move?”

She asked, but he said nothing.

The footsteps behind her were getting louder—panic surged in Lillian’s chest. Her mind was spinning.

She was going to get caught!

“I said, move!”

What kind of unlucky day was this?

It was a corner—no way past unless he stepped aside.

But he didn’t budge an inch.

She gritted her teeth, nerves fraying. “Look, can you please move? I’m really in a rush!”

“There she is!”

Glancing back, she cursed under her breath, “Damn it!” If they caught her now, she’d never have a second chance. Better to make a wild gamble than wait to be sold off.

“You got me into this mess, so now you have to fix it!”

Without waiting, she stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Nothing. He stood there like a statue.

Seriously?

He just stood still while she kissed him? Not even flinching?

She had no time to wonder. Her kissing skills were clearly lacking—she even bit her lip a little. The taste of blood spread between their mouths.

With her eyes shut tight, she didn’t catch the sudden shift in his gaze.