Las Vegas, an underground auction, is in full swing.
"Next will be our most special auction item tonight, so please look at the big screen." The host on the stage pretended to be mysterious, and with his gesture, the screen that was still dark instantly lit up.
The people sitting in the venue, after seeing the screen, all eyes lit up. Some of the excited men have already started to rub their hands together and gulp their saliva.
"Lane, this time this is indeed a superb beauty. Just why does it look a little different from the previous photos?" In the VIP room on the second floor of the venue, a very good-looking man slowly spoke.
The man he called Lane was sitting next to him, in a black suit, most of his body was hidden in the darkness, but he could vaguely feel the powerful aura of his body that ordinary people could not see straight.
This man, born with an aura that makes people unconsciously submissive.
He had been sitting here all night, but still hadn't seen a satisfactory auction item. And the auction house's current ambiguous aura is causing his eyebrows to subconsciously furrow together. His patience had been almost exhausted.
"If the surprise you're talking about is the unclothed woman in the screen, I think I can end this trip here." The man's voice was distinctly low in the darkness, lilting as if it were the most perfect chirp of a cello's bass section.
He only raised his eyes and gently swept the screen, then he withdrew his eyes with a bland expression.
The environment in the screen is an exquisitely decorated bedroom, all the furnishings inside, any one of them can be shot for more than six figures.
However, the focus of the room is not these extravagant ornaments, but in the center of the screen that beautiful figure.
In the middle of the room, there is a beautifully openworked bed, surrounded by hanging white translucent veil. And the bed, at this time is lying a very good figure of young girls.
Just because of the veil, the venue can not see her appearance, but can clearly see her delicate body. The hidden haze has simply made many men look frozen.
However, this picture, which was enough to drive many men crazy, had to look like a farce in the eyes of Lane Charles.
"Lane, I know your grandfather is strict with you, but, now in Las Vegas, you release occasionally, he is not in charge. After all, a man's body can be suffocated if he doesn't give out his desires all the time." Rocky Wilson leaned back in his chair with a lazy face.
Lane Charles last bit of patience has also lost. He stood up, did not even look at Rocky Wilson again, then directly turned to leave, the slender back then disappeared into the darkness.
Rocky Wilson also did not stop, only slightly hooked up the corners of the mouth, the line of sight swept over the woman in the screen, the bottom of the eyes slipped through a wry smile.
From the auction hall, Lane Charles went straight towards his room.
His face is still wearing a gold openwork half mask, revealing only the tightly pursed thin lips, as well as a beautifully curved chin.
Wearing a mask is the rule for attending the auction here, hiding the real appearance will stimulate the suppressed desire in the heart of the crowd.
Lane Charles walked into the room and was about to take off the mask on his face when he suddenly felt something was wrong. A cold light burst from his eyes instantly.
"Who is it?"
Yet the only thing that answered him was the silence that filled the room. Lane Charles frowned and walked slowly toward the bedroom. When he saw the figure on that bed, his face instantly sank.
The woman who was on the screen just now was actually lying on his bed, and now and then let out a few teasing gasps.
And at this time a cell phone ringing violently, Lane Charles took out the phone, swept a glance at the caller ID on that, frowned more and more serious.
"Lane, have you seen the gift I sent you? Don't thank me too much, just enjoy tonight!" The familiar voice of Rocky Wilson came over the phone.
"Where are you now?" Lane Charles dropped his eyes to the woman on the bed, his voice a few degrees deeper than usual.
"Naturally, I'm going to spend a nice evening with a beautiful woman, see you next time." After he finished speaking and didn't wait for Lane Charles to say anything more, he simply hung up the phone.
Looking at the page that had ended the call, Lane Charles' face grew harder and harder, raising his eyes and sweeping a glance at the woman on the bed, contemplating whether to just throw her out, or to get someone to throw her out.
Amanda Griffin now only feel all over the body is on fire like hot, consciousness sinking and floating, completely unable to distinguish the current situation. She only instinctively tried to soothe the hot flush that came up from her heart.
"It's so hot, Devine ..." Amanda Griffin murmured out and couldn't help but turn around.
That beautiful little face instantly crashed into Lane Charles' eyes, causing his original thought of throwing the person out to stop in an instant.
The woman was beautiful, with slightly furrowed brows because of the difficulty, a small and delicate nose, and a tempting red lip that was slightly open at the moment, as if to tempt someone to come forward and taste it.