My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

The bubbly Tom I’ve met was long gone, leaving behind a beast raging at his mouth.

Mark chuckled. While retreating with his overly stuffed plate of staring seafood on a secluded couch in the back of the room, his voice echoed:

"I am out. See you at the after party!"

Claus cleared his throat and banged his hammer once again as if it would break the mockery of reality:

"Ten billion from Caleb Plutus. Does anyone want to give more?"

The crowd mumbled disapprovingly, amplifying the entitled smirk of Plutus’s bank nepo baby.

"Aren’t you gonna bid anymore?" I asked Tom.

I found a guilty pleasure in making his forehead vein pulse so clearly. I doubt he found my remark funny.

I shook my head disappointed. Amateurs.

Claus sighed before attempting to close the bid.

"Ten billion, once, twice-"

"Twenty."