Chapter 879: Chapter 879: The Woman in the Crystal Coffin
No wonder that these won, who have been living in the world of pleasure for so many years, find themselves deeply moved. As a man, he also has to admit that Henry Dales’ appearance is truly outstanding.
Such a perfectly exquisite face that even he, as soone of the sa gender, couldn’t help but take a few more glances, let alone these won.
There are quite a few n coming here seeking pleasure, many of whom are also handso, but a man as exceptionally beautiful as Henry Dales can only be found in Henry Dales alone.
It is not an exaggeration to say that as long as Henry Dales nods, the won here would be willing to do anything for free with him.
Just like he had just ntioned, even if they had to pay for it, they would still be willing.
After all, being with a man so outstandingly handso, no matter what you do, it’s a kind of enjoynt.
Just looking at him is already pleasing to the eye.
The beauty’s proposal was tempting, but Henry Dales remained unmoved, rely turning his head to glance calmly at the female companion beside him. His serene voice was as lodious as a musical instrunt, quietly saying, "There’s no need for company here, you don’t have to stay."
The woman wasn’t surprised, as if she expected such a result, but her eyes still carried a hint of regret.
She sighed softly, her alluring red lips curling as she put down her glass, stood up, straightened her dress, and with a flip of her waist-length hair, sighed again, "Young Master Chapman, I told you, no one here can impress Young Master Dales. You wouldn’t believe it and insisted I co to court this displeasure. Our Young Master Dales is like Socrates, unruffled by temptation; even if I were to stand naked in front of him, he wouldn’t blink."
The man laughed heartily twice, glanced at Henry Dales, and teased, "Young Master Dales, isn’t there a single beauty in Drunken Dreams that can catch your eye? Are you really staying virtuous for your fiancée?"
As soon as this was said, the won chuckled coquettishly, joining in the teasing: "It’s good Young Master Dales has a fiancée, otherwise, certain aspects of your abilities would surely be questioned."
The man chuckled wickedly and jokingly said, "Young Master Dales, is it possible you really have so sort of physical issue?"
As his words fell, he and the won around him began laughing again.
The blend of male and female laughter carried an undercurrent of malicious ridicule.
Henry Dales’ expression remained unchanged. Only after they had laughed enough did he casually remark, "Young Master Chapman, weren’t you going to bid on that beauty painting? If you don’t hurry, soone else will snap it up."
The monthly auction night at Drunken Dreams is always packed.
Almost anything can be auctioned at the event, whether inanimate or alive, as long as it interests the powerful people seated there.
With Henry Dales’ reminder, the man’s attention finally shifted to the exhibition platform.
In the end, the beauty painting was acquired by the man for a price of three million.
According to Drunken Dreams’ rules, after auctioning off the inanimate items, the latter stage involves auctioning off living things.
The so-called living things include large beasts, birds of prey, and won.
The first to appear was a woman.
The lights on the stand all focused on the central position.
The woman lay in a vertical crystal coffin with her eyes closed, dressed as Princess Snow White, surrounded by fresh flowers.
Clustered by the delicate blossoms, her skin, as white and pristine as snow, appeared even more delicate than the flowers.
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