Masquerade Ball

Edie yawned and leaned all her weight on Hazel. She looked at unhappy Potbelly with interest.

To live in entertainment, one relied on one's brain. But Potbelly thought that she was also a fool. She was not so stupid to compete with Roger for a useless antique.

It was because they knew that there was something fishy that the two of them had joined forces to play this trick.

If they didn't trick Potbelly, who would be tricked?

"Twenty-eight million once!"

"Twenty-eight million twice!"

"Is there anyone else who bids higher than Mr. Chastain?" The auctioneer asked, stirring up the enthusiastic atmosphere in the venue, and continuing to bluff.

Roger and Edie, who were bidding against Potbelly, kept silent and lowered their heads, pretending not to hear anything.

"Twenty-eight done! Congratulations, Mr. Chastain! The color porcelain of pornographic picture has become Mr. Chastain's possession!"