Chapter 132: VIP Room

Trista’s POV

I was brought upstairs to the VIP room. The staff member opened the door.

“Aren’t you coming in?” I asked. But she shook her head and scurried away, leaving me alone at the door.

Hesitantly, I stepped inside.

It was a large room that looked out over the auction floor. I could see the lights of the stage shining down below. But the room itself was dark, the lights low.

I squinted. Given my poor eyesight and the dimly lit room, I struggled to see. I heard the clink of ice cubes in glasses and low murmurs. There were several people in the room but no one addressed me.

Eventually, my eyes adjusted, but only slightly. I saw a few men sitting on a large, black leather couch. The sweet scent of scotch and whiskey permeated the air.

They were rich. Filthy rich. That had that demeanor that only ridiculously wealthy people had. They looked up at me, eyeing me like I was some sort of prized possession rather than a person.

I didn’t know which of these men had bid on my jewelry, s