Chapter 22 Part 4 Enter the Auction Hall (18+)
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Chapter 22 Part 4 Enter the Auction Hall
Inside, the gilded ceiling chandeliers poured light down onto the crimson carpet, scattering gold and red across the hall.
Golden threads wound around the marble columns, shimmering as the light shifted.
Lanterns along the corridor cast a warm glow over the champagne towers, making them sparkle.
The air reeked of expensive perfume and cigars.
No wonder they call this a playground of wealth and power, he thought.
This is real luxury.
For the first time, he realized that the "extravagance" he'd seen before was nothing more than an ant looking up at the sky.
Guess I really haven't seen much of the world after all.
Growing up the way he had, he'd rarely mixed with the children of the truly rich.
Protecting his own little corner had always seemed enough.
He'd almost forgotten that, technically, he was a "second‑generation rich kid" himself.
As time passed, the invited elites drifted in.
The quiet of the hall only amplified the crisp "tap, tap, tap" of high heels on the carpet an elegant rhythm heralding the opening of the "Golden Goblet Pavilion" auction.
His ears pricked at the sound.
The items up for bid didn't matter much to him.
What he wanted was to feast his eyes on the wealthy ladies.
Hearing footsteps at the revolving door, he watched intently, eager to see who would appear.
Instead of a mature beauty, a pair of polished Oxford shoes broke through the light.
They belonged to Henry Zhou, a well‑known local mining tycoon.
Dressed in a charcoal Italian suit, his shining black shoes thudded across the carpet, each step radiating the confidence of a real estate king.
He had barely entered when a shape in black velvet drifted into view.
"Mr. Zhou, you're early."
A woman's voice, scented with perfume, floated toward him.
Her ten‑centimeter satin stilettos clicked lightly; a diamond on the toe flashed once.
She wore a strapless black velvet gown.
Her white feet arched elegantly; her chest swelled under the fabric, bouncing slightly as she spoke.
The glimpse of skin at her neckline was so pale it was almost luminous hard to believe she was a mother.
The deep cleavage between her breasts showed through the velvet like a shadow.
He shook her hand politely, eyes flicking once to the necklace at her throat.
"Mrs. Li, you're the one dressed like the main event.
"Walking more steadily in ten‑centimeter heels than I do in these shoes.
"I'm impressed."
She laughed, her fishtail hem sweeping the carpet, the tight skirt hugging her full behind.
With each gentle sway of her hips, the two of them exchanged a glance full of the easy understanding of seasoned businesspeople.
Guests arrived one after another.
Every kind of mature beauty and young wife passed his gaze; he hardly dared blink for fear of missing anything.
The last guest to arrive gave him a jolt.
It was Governor Qi, in a dark brown patterned suit stretched over his plump figure, his greasy face as unpleasant as ever.
Dressed like a human being for once, Liam thought wryly.
As he rounded a marble column, a rose‑red silhouette intercepted him.
"Oh, Governor, you're finally here!"
Her voice was coy and sultry.
Red patent‑leather sandals with spikes for heels tapped delicately.
Her spaghetti‑strap gown hugged her shoulders, and her breasts shook so wildly she looked seconds from tearing the straps.
She twisted like a snake, wrapping herself around his thick body.
Her soft flesh pressed into his bulging gut.
"What's the rush, you little slut?
"We'll have plenty of fun in the box later."
He laughed, his cheeks quivering unpleasantly.
His gaze slid down to the red cords around her feet.
"Wearing such high heels and running like that aren't you afraid of falling?"
Even while he spoke, he raised a hand and slapped her ass.
The loud "smack" echoed through the hall, drawing many eyes.
She just rolled her shoulders and didn't care.
Her skirt clung tightly to her legs; she tugged it up a bit more, flashing her smooth white thighs.
Her ass shook harder.
"With you here, Governor, what's there to fear?
"As for my project, I still need your care, you know."
She took his hand and placed it firmly over her breast.
He kneaded the soft mound once and nodded in satisfaction.
Before he could say more, Mrs. Qi entered with her child, pushing open the doors.
Seeing his wife, he reined himself in a little.
Everyone else continued chatting as if nothing had happened.
His reputation was infamous, but his position and backing were strong enough that no one dared criticize him many even had to flatter him.
This woman in red was just one example.
Mrs. Qi wore a clean white gown cut to perfection.
The skirt brushed the floor with each step, outlining calm, elegant lines.
No trace of the wildness she hid beneath showed on the surface.
Her hair was loosely curled, her makeup delicate but understated.
She smiled warmly, holding her son's hand.
Her ass, as always, drew the eye.
The size of it didn't match the rest of her slim frame at all.
One look made you want to bury your hands in those huge, soft cheeks and pound them until they rang.
"Mrs. Wang."
Instead of joining her husband, she walked to a familiar figure.
Their relationship had always been like this.
She never interfered with his private life.
As far as she was concerned, he could do as he liked outside with the leverage she held, her position could not easily be shaken.
He could never dethrone her with a few cheap mistresses.
She approached a splash of emerald green, her voice softening.
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