"Since she is the most exceptional candidate among all the others, we will commence the bidding at a staggering one million dollars!" exclaimed the auction host, his voice laced with excitement and anticipation.Standing among the spectators, Damian couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as the grand spectacle unfolded before his eyes. "Here we go," he whispered, his eyes sparkling with eagerness.Davina, taken aback by the revelation, turned her attention towards the stage, her eyes widening in surprise. She instinctively reached out and gently patted Irene on the shoulder, seeking confirmation. "Wait, you mean to say that they are auctioning off Camille right now?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.Irene nodded calmly, her expression calm. "Yes, that's precisely what is happening. Would you be interested in participating? Mike can act as your representative," she suggested casually.Davina only participated in an auction once, a collectibles auction where the proceeds w

Davina methodically buttoned each button on her open shirt, ensuring an impeccable appearance. She smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress, transforming it into a formal attire that befits the occasion. With her outfit perfected, Davina gracefully approached Camille.From a distance, Damian observed Davina's entrance onto the show's main stage, a mischievous chuckle escaping his lips. As he watched intently, Damian couldn't help but sense a shift in Davina's demeanor. It was evident from the determined expression on her face that Davina had something planned, something that worked against Damian interests."Davina? Davina!" exclaimed Camille excitedly, calling out to her best friend with joy and desperation. Camille loosened her grip on the hands of the two men who held her captive and moved to position herself behind Davina. Placing a trembling hand on Davina's, Camille pleaded for her help."Davina, please, I beg you to save me. My mother is trying to auction me," Camille implored, h

Camille's resolve kicked in as Zack left the room, urging her to grasp any sliver of understanding she could attain. With a sudden burst of energy, she reached for Zack's legs, restraining him from walking away."Wait! At least please tell me what the date is today," she pleaded, her eyes searching his for a glimmer of information.Zack, wrenching free from Camille's hold with a look of disdain, tossed a paper bag towards her. "Change your clothes and find your way out of this room," he ordered curtly, seemingly implying that he had no intention of granting her request.Utterly frustrated, Camille let out a piercing scream, desperately hoping to catch Zack's attention one last time. "At the very least, tell me the date!" she shrieked, her voice reverberating off the walls of her desolate prison."Twenty-six!" Zack snapped back abruptly, the door slamming behind him with an unnerving finality.Left alone to ponder her circumstances, Camille's laughter, tinged with a hint of malice, ech

"Hey, newbie, you need to work more efficiently! What's with your slow pace?"Camille wanted nothing more than to hurl the expensive urn across the room. Since the crack of dawn, she had tirelessly served as a maid, attending to every nook and cranny of this sprawling mansion without so much as a moment for sustenance or hydration.Camille couldn't help but observe her predicament; the mansion was swarming with heavily armed guards stationed on all sides. Escaping from this oppressive environment seemed near impossible for her.Just as Camille was lost in her thoughts, Zack, the housemaster, strolled in. Oblivious to the freshly polished floor, he casually strolled through, polluting the pristine surface with his high-end, dirt-ridden shoes. Camille, who had painstakingly worked to maintain the floor's cleanliness, felt frustration simmering within her.Zack halted mid-stride, his gaze fixated on Camille, glaring daggers at him. "Why are you staring at me like that?" he demanded.In a

One fine morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, Davina and Nick strolled outside the magnificent mansion where they resided. To their astonishment, they spotted a well-built man standing on the terrace, exuding an air of authority. Instinctively, Nick positioned himself in front of Davina, protecting her from any potential threat.Curiosity and concern swirled in Nick's mind as he swiftly questioned the imposing figure before him, "Who are you? Are you the new employee here at the mansion?"In a composed manner, the man replied, "I am the new bodyguard assigned to safeguard Mrs. Wilson, Davina Claire."Seeking further confirmation, Nick proceeded to ask, warily considering the possibility of the stranger's arrival being a disguise, "You are the bodyguard sent by?"Without hesitation, the bodyguard responded, "I was sent directly by Detective Mark."Determined to shed light on this mysterious development, Nick reached for his phone and dialed Damian's number. However, his patienc