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And just as Williams had predicted, the mayor of Webvil City was also there. Their eyes were hungry and fixed on the stage.

"The next item for your consideration, gentlemen, is a rare beauty. She's fierce, she's fiery, and she can be all yours," the auctioneer announced.

Armando's eyes scanned the stage, searching for Leonor. There she was, brought out by two handlers, her eyes defiant even in her vulnerable state. Armando's heart lurched. The auction began, and the bids flew. Armando felt sick, hearing these men barter for Leonor.

Armando was about to bid when Willams stopped him. Williams leaned in. "We can't bid, sir. We'll blow our cover. They might not really recognize Miss Leonor right now but once you are recognized then they would know she is the woman who had accompanied you to an event and made things hard for you."

Armando's voice was a low growl. "We won't need to. Watch."

As the bids climbed higher and higher, Armando moved. Not towards the stage, but towards the back of