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Mark asked quietly. “Why not?” Dante replied without looking at him. “She’s beautiful. Spirited. Stubborn. And she was sold to me. I don’t waste things I’ve paid for.” Mark’s stomach turned. “You think that’s all she is? Something to be used?” Dante met his eyes, and in that gaze, Mark saw the terrifying calm of a man who had never known powerlessness. “You think your guilt entitles you to a clean ending, Mark? You sold your soul the moment you let your wife hand that girl over to me. All you can do now is pray you can afford the price of redemption.”

After all, they had expected that Caroline would lose to Layla in this. Yet Caroline wasn't very happy with these sales. She told Sonia that the sales for the next day had to be above 100 thousand items. This made the staff think once again that Caroline was out of her mind, even though they had started to warm up to her again. Then, during the next day's live stream, they sold out within an hour. There was no other reason for that other than the fact that Sonia personally sold the clothes. Now, there were only ten thousand pieces left in stock. With the rarity of the product, everything sold out in no time.

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT *Workaholic from home* "Sandra, how many wears were sold for last week?" She asked her Sales manager over the phone. The phone was securely pinned against her ear with her shoulder supporting it in place as she poured herself a steaming hot cup of brewed coffee and then made her way to the Chesterfield sofa. "Good morning ma'am. Um...about 50 plus worth of sales were made last week. Sales on Saturday and Monday were a bit slow but we made terrific sales on the rest of the day of the week, excluding Sunday of course." Sandra dutifully reported.

The dull ache in my finger eased a little more each day. The burning in my throat slowly faded, too, though talking was still hard. My voice was so soft that it barely sounded like my own. On the morning of the fourth day, the bedroom door opened. Uncle Wesley walked in, holding a stack of papers. His expression was calm, but there was a quiet finality in it, like the dust had already settled. "It's all taken care of," he said, setting the documents down in front of me. "They've signed. They'll be sent away tonight."

"I don't even know where to start, Judy, I've been a literal fool and I just want to disappear from this world." "You can always come home, Carl, please come back home." Judy pleaded. "You and I know that's not going to happen." I said sniffing. "What do you mean by not going to happen?" Judy ignorantly asked. "Dad sold me, or should I say contracted me, to Leonardo De Luca in exchange for his debt." I said, wiping tears from my eyes. "To the Leonardo De Luca? No, he didn't." Judy said in awe. "Yes he did." I responded.

Joshua opened the door and approached the salesperson, his tone icy. "Um, um, sir, let me introduce you..." "No need, I want this one." Show the building information of Aliana's house directly. The salesperson bravely stepped forward and took a careful look, then suddenly looked apologetically at Joshua. "Sir, I'm sorry, but this building has already been sold out." "Sold out?" Sure enough, when Joshua heard the salesperson say the words "sold out," his expression became even colder. "As far as I know, there were less than five occupants in this building, and you are saying it is sold out now?"

Harold exclaimed that there really is nothing because the things sold in this business are illegal. "There is, right? Are you going to buy a futuristic human tube or not? There is nothing free in the world. I sold 500,000 to you discounted because I sell it to big companies for 10M." Krista told us. I was stunned to hear from her. "10M?" I just said suddenly to both of them. "Yes, it's my business. It's good that my offer to you is discounted because I was part of the association and organization," Krista said.

Chapter 38 My phone rings I looked at the screen and realized it was Justine. I answered “hello Justine”, Douglas I hope all is well with you right? Oh, all is well my dear. Grate, can you imagine what? No, unless you tell me. Well, ten pieces of the stuff have been sold today. Really, how did you sell it? Do you use some charms or magic to sell? She burst into laughter oh how do I look like a magician? She asked politely.

That's how Shamsiya felt right now. Like a smelly piece of shit people were too sickened by to keep within reach, Nick sold her off to a stranger to pay off his gambling debt. Shockingly enough, the bastard wasn't even ashamed. He had the cheek to say to her face that he had the right to do whatever he wanted with her because he was her husband! "I am not your property! You can't sell me off like an object!" Shamsiya screamed, throwing the vase in her hand.

I gave her a call and I told her that I wanted to buy the entire building, I made an offer, an insane offer and the owner of the building sold it to me. Like many other businesses he invested everything he had into buying the business, the restaurant is also part of the building, he is selling it because he couldn't keep up with it, he needed some money. At first he refused to sell his building to me but if you know me then you will know that I don't take no for an answer, so I made it my mission to find out why he needed the quick cash. I found out that his wife was sick and that the medical expenses where up to his neck, to top it off his wife was not responding to the treatment.