Clover's ranch auction game was still going on, but Violet was starting to get sick of the atmosphere in front.
She had wanted to take advantage of the distraction of the VIPs focused on the auction and the game to slip backstage to take cover, but she didn't expect the backstage security personnel and drug researchers to have their eyes on her.
A few people came directly to her, interrogated and harassed her.
"Hey! What's wrong with you, sweetheart? Got ignored by the bosses out front and ran over here to sulk in secret? Don't worry, you don't need to fret about not making money. Guess what? We just happen to have ten thousand dollars right here! Just be a good girl, do as we say, and the money is yours! You don't need to satisfy the bosses' special requests to make big bucks, how about that?"
The security personnel mockingly took out several rolls of US dollars, tossing the bait.
