Maybe Avery used too much strength, and it hurt the black cat. She glared at her with dissatisfaction after her simple explanation. But she had to keep mimicking the sound of cats. It was the job requirements.

Avery had goosebumps all over her body. Men were supposed to be attracted to this type.

The black cat had tears in her eyes. But she held them back. Half bending her knees, she behaved like a hurt cat who licked the wounds alone.

"Meow. Please follow me, Sir."

"Evan, sweetheart, where are we going?" Avery intentionally raised up the volume in case others didn't know they were a couple. She had to defend her territory.

Evan ignored her again. He followed the black cat coldly. But when they both looked away, Evan secretly smiled.

The time Avery called him honey or sweetheart was more than she did so in the last three years.

Tinder wanted so much to tell Avery where they were headed to soften the blow. But he didn't find any proper moment.

He even secretly gave Avery a look. But Andre had all her mind on Evan. She didn't even notice it.

Soon, the black cat led them in one room. Avery saw a red velvet curtain in the room near the wall.

In front of the black leather sofa was the curtain. The black cat took the remote and pressed it. The curtain was lifted. It was empty!

Avery suddenly recalled she saw the same design at the auction. It was also a circular shape. If she was right, the first floor was for the audience. The second, third, and fourth floors were private rooms.

There was a huge stage in the center of the first floor. On either side were sorts of musical instruments. Was it a musical theater?

Avery had all the ideas in her head. Evan walked over to the sofa. It was in the shape of a circular arc. He didn't sit in the center but at the right.

Was he saving the seat on the left to her?

Avery smiled and walked right over.

Evan kept his head low. He didn't reach much when he sat down. He was flipping through the brochure.

Out of curiosity, Avery looked over. Was it a casting introduction?

On each page was the introduction of a beautiful girl. It was too bad the fonts were too small. She couldn't see it clearly from her angle.

She peered at the extra copy on the table. So she asked Tinder to get it for her.

Out of surprise, Tinder was very shocked.

"Mrs. Howel..."

"What's it? Can't I see it?"

"It's not that..." Tinder looked up at Evan.

But Evan was still looking at the brochure. He didn't notice it at all.

"If it isn't, get it for me," Avery said.

Tinder didn't want to do it. But he had to. So he moved as slowly as he could. It took him five minutes to get the brochure to Avery. Avery almost lost her patience. She had the gut feeling that whatever on it was not good. But she was too curious. She got up and grabbed it from Tinder.

Inside it was the information of dozens of women. Every woman didn't wear any makeup in the picture. There was basic information, like age, height, nationality, measurements, education, and so on.

It was even marked that they were born beautiful, confirmed by medical tests. They didn't do any plastic surgeries.

They were quite stunning. Everyone, from the facial proportions to their eyes, noses, and mouths, was impeccable. To say without any exaggeration, they still won if they entered the beauty pageant entered by women who didn't have plastic surgery from A Country and B Country.

Avery didn't know what was different about it. But she didn't like how Evan had all his attention on it. Her mind was being roasted on the grill.

But she couldn't show any. She had to flip through the brochure to hide her true feelings.

The last page was all black. The background was black, and the words were white. It said, X woman. This was supposed to be the stunt to attract attention. As the final woman, she had to be the most riveting one.

They didn't wait too long to hear the host's voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Pleasure Without Boundary."

Pleasure Without Boundary?

Avery recalled how Andrew told her Jessica was sold to the same place. If her memory was right, this was the black market!

Did the black market also hold operas?

As Avery dwelt in thinking, the host started making a more detailed introduction to the event.

"This evening, at the moment, our twelve girls will put their virgin night out on bidding. After their performances, you may start bidding. You can give your chips to whoever you like. The more chips the girl has, the bigger the chance you have to take her with you and spend the night with her."

Virgin night...

Avery felt her whole body frozen. She couldn't move. Her hands were shaking, and the sweat from her hand palms almost drenched through the coloring pages of the brochure.

That was why Evan came here- to buy their virgin nights.

Did he always have the plan, or he just wants to get on her nerves?

Well, either way, his purpose was achieved.

In no way could Avery accept Evan's cheat, either physically or spiritually.

If he ever had an intimate relationship with another woman, she would not take him back no matter what his reasons were.

For Avery, cheating was the final betrayal. Evan once said that what he hated most were lies and betrayal. So did Avery.

What the host said became sharp blades and cut Avery's heart. It was so painful that Avery didn't hear what the host said later.

She had played a part in this. She had to hold what she planned to do back from Evan. But she did it for him.

She got LAD, the cure for Diana because Diana meant a lot to Evan. She also threatened Mr. Howel to give Evan three months' freedom. She did it for her and Evan.

If she had known it would turn into the mess, she would have chosen to tell him the truth and make decisions together.

She would not take desperate and alone actions by confronting Mr. Howel and threatening him. She wanted to save Evan from having the argument with his grandfather.

If she could not spend the three months with Evan, she would rather not have it in the first place. What happened to Diana was not her business.

Avery couldn't help trembling when she thought of this. If Evan even thought about buying another woman's virgin, he didn't deserve her intention to take him back.

As Avery kept thinking, she suddenly felt everything she did for the night was completely a waste of time. Did she make him happy? She seemed not. Did she change anything? She seemed not either.

Avery took a deep breath. She didn't want to look so cheap or to decide things between them were over too fast.

So Avery took back all the emotions that she should have and shouldn't have. She tried to sound as calm as possible, "Evan, which girl are you interested in?"