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Chapter 269
Finley finished half of her show but had not found her target yet.
Did anyone leak our assassination plan? The target didn’t appear, but his name was on the guest list.
Finley couldn’t stop her show now.
She would have to cancel the assassination plan if the target didn’t appear in the end.
The rhythm became fast.
Finley stared at the bidders offstage with her charming eyes and smiled.
Then, she tiptoed.
There came a crack.
Something was torn apart.
“Wow…”
“What the f*ck!”
The audience became thrilled.
Finley pulled the hem of her red dress.
She turned around.
Then, her long dress turned into a package hip skirt, and her slender legs tugged at the audience’s
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She tossed the hem of dress to the audience.
The men instantly fought for this free gift.
Bryan looked at the unruly woman on the stage and flared up.
This was a slave market.
She showed off here. Did she want to sell herself?
Harry felt that a storm of anger would tear this building apart soon.
With a frown, he worried about Finley.
Mrs. Turner focused on her show and didn’t see her husband before the crowd.
Oh no! Things were getting worse.
What should I do?
Harry pondered for a moment.
He quietly moved back to get a chair over. He wanted to alert Finley with a hand-waving on the chair.
Mrs. Turner would be safe if she stopped the show and came to soothe her husband now.
However, the moment Harry turned around, Bryan saw through his trick. Bryan pulled Harry by the arm.
“Go get me a card for the auction.”
“Mr. Turner, you…”
Harry shuddered with fear. He was afraid that Bryan would dislocate his arm.
“I will play with her since she loves games.”
After that, Bryan sat down with his legs crossed and leaned against the backrest.
He looked at the woman on the stage intently.
He tried his best to suppress his rage.
Soon, Harry reappeared with a card and handed it to Bryan.
“Night Rose has finished her show. Listen to the warm applause! You must be satisfied with her! Now,
the
auction begins. The starting bidding is one million, and the lowest markup is one million…”
Finley on the stage saw a fat man take the seat in the front row.
Yes, he was here.
He was my target tonight.
The best timing to shoot him was when I danced.
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However, he was absent then.
Now, the auction began.
If I took out a pistol now, the bodyguards around my target would protect their boss. I might fail this task.
Rory and the others were too far away from the target.
Now, I had to wait for the moment when I would take off my mask.
The auction began.
There was a fierce competition.
“Five million.”
The price soon rose to five million.
*10 million.”
Another bidder shouted out his price.
This scene was new in the slave market.
The markup was 5 million dollars!
Were the people in Sea City so rich?
Finley was shocked.
“Thirty million!” Bryan slowly raised the card in his hand.
“Wow…”
There was a burst of excitement in the hall, and all the people looked at the last row.
They wondered about the bidder, who raised the price to 30 million dollars!
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