Chapter 80

The Rumpus Club auctioned a woman’s first dance, but it was nothing but a farce. Everyone knew it was about wealthy men finding mistresses. No man would spend so much just to dance. There was no such innocent man!

The woman who was auctioned would become a long–term mistress. Willow sat at her vanity, gazing silently at the mirror. What a beautiful face!

She had looked at it for so many years and each time she was still captivated. Even now, sick and thin, her bare face still held stunning beauty.

In some ways, God was fair. Some lacked a beautiful countenance but still lived lives of fulfillment and happiness.

gave Willow a face many envied but burdened her with a lifetime of pain. If she could choose, she’d prefer an ordinary face to endure less sorrow. Still, she couldn’t deny its uses, like at the Rumpus

auctioning her first dance for 80 million. It was a staggering

careful photoshopping, she couldn’t compare to Willow’s

Zayn didn’t

now, she was at her wit’s end. She was forced to depart this life

first dance.

preferring pristine mistresses. Willow, having been intimate and a mother, didn’t meet the criteria. But in this modern era, technology offered solutions–the fake

Willow took some more painkillers and

agreed, but her heart was heavy with desolation. She had come for this surgery solely to earn money that

her tonight. Thinking of being auctioned

had said about her would be true. She, Willow, was a flighty, promiscuous woman. Willow

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