“Who is it? I haven’t hurt anyone. Would you let me go? How much money do you want? I can give you.”
“Miss. Clifford, you are so naïve. Money can’t buy everything.”
“What do you want? I beg you. Please let me go…” Jessica started to weep and whispered.
“Cry. The hard you cry, the better I feel,” James Moore said and pushed her hard.
“If my family hurt you, I apologize. But please let me go…”
James ignored what Jessica said.
James then said in a soft way, “Don’t worry. Mr. Clifford would come to take you home. If he isn’t here, it means that he doesn’t love you.”
In the Black Market Auction House, there were numerous bright illuminations. The people who participated in the auction entered the exhibition one by one.
Generally, exotic treasures, antique calligraphy, and paintings are
