"For the highest bidders, an after-party will be held at another location. There, between my father and my brother's future husband, a price for a direct answer to that question will be decided. So, if you are curious and want to find out for yourself, invest enough to be invited!"
That's what Claus said, yet I still couldn't believe my ears.
It wasn't until my aunt's snarky remark that I grasped the reality of the situation:
"You could have had the brat a couple of days ago for free. Now you'll waste my company's money on it. Pathetic!"
Her whispers attracted a few curious looks, but that was the least of my problems.
Why would Claus, not only condone this auction, but also such an after-party?
It doesn't make any sense.
Sure, I have never been friends with him, but I know how obsessed he is with Luther.
I met Claus in the hallway of a five-star hotel. We skipped the introduction and got straight to a fight—
