Chapter 6-1

Like the previous days, the club was always filled with people looking for fun during the busy day. 

Jean was accustomed to guests serving drinks or occasionally responding to the chatter of drunken men in front of her. 

While listening to the chatter of the middle-aged man in front of her, Cheryl came over. 

"Jean, Madam called you." Cheryl informed her. 

Jean was a little confused because Madam called her out of the blue. It wasn't what Jean knew that Madam had given up on persuading her to serve VIP guests. 

Then, what did Madam call her for? 

"Where shall I find her?" Jean asked Cheryl. 

"In her room. You know? Looks like she's in a really good mood. Her smile doesn't leave her lips. Looks like she just got a big lottery." Cheryl informed Jean. 

"Maybe Madam just got a new young leaf that is more wow than before." Jean jokingly replied.

"Just go before Madam's mood went down because of you." Cheryl encouraged Jean to quickly meet Madam. 

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Jean slowly approached Madam's room, which was located at the end of the VIP room. There was a feeling of anxiety for fear that Madam would drag her into one of the VIP rooms. 

Jean was about to knock, but there was a big man who first opened the door. 

"Oh Jean, you come. Come in, I have been waiting for you since earlier," Said Madam from inside. 

Jean then entered the room to face Madam, sitting on a long chair in the room with the man who was embracing her intimately. 

"Come out." Said Madam to the younger man beside her. The man obeyed and immediately walked out of the room. 

"What did Madam call me for?" Jean asked. 

"I just wanted to ask for help to get some wine in the cellar." She answered. 

Jean frowned in confusion. Madam just told her to get a drink, but why did she have to do it instead of Cheryl? 

"That's all? Couldn't Cheryl get it for you?" Jean asked, confused. 

"This wine is quite valuable, so I asked you to fetch it." Said Madam with a smile imprinted on her putty face. 

Jean nodded unsuspectingly. She then walked out of the room. Unknown to Jean, Madam grinned with satisfaction. 

Jean was looking for the wine that Madam asked for. She also wondered why this wine was so valuable to her. 

Jean, who was busy looking, didn't know that two men had entered the same room. It didn't take long for Jean to find out that someone was behind her. 

"What do you want?!" Jean panicked to see that he was a man she met in Madam's room. 

One of the men was carrying Jean as if he had a rice sack on his shoulder. Jean struggled to get away from the man. 

"Let me go." Jean, with all her strength, moved her feet and hit the man. But to no avail, Jean's energy, which was actually a woman, was far behind a man. 

The two men brought Jean into a dressing room as there were lots of hanging clothes and make-up tables, equipped with lots of make-up tools. 

"What are you doing? Why did you bring me here?!" Jean asked the men. 

"We're just following orders." One of the men answered. 

"Who ordered you??! Jean was furious with someone who had ordered him to force her. 

Suddenly, the door of the room opened, and Madam entered with a happy face. 

"I ordered them." Madam answered after facing Jean. 

"But for what purpose?" Jean asked, wondering why she was taken forcibly into the room. 

Madam got closer and whispered. "Because you're one of the auction women." 

Jean widened her eyes in disbelief at what Madam was saying. 

"B-but I don't approve of that. Isn't it the agreement that you made if one party doesn't agree?" Jean reminded her of the rules of buying and selling that were enforced at Madam's nightclub. 

"Dear Jean, you disagree with it, but your stepmother allows it." 

It felt like Jean's heart was about to fall out after hearing Madam's words. Jean's body felt limp, and she sat on the floor. 

"B-but I don't approve of it." Jean repeated. She couldn't believe her stepmother had the heart to sell her. 

"Then you must compensate ten times what your stepmother received." Madam explained.

Jean also stood facing Madam. "How much do I have to pay?" 

"Three billion. Your stepmother received three hundred million from selling you." 

Jean was again limp at the number that Madam had said. 

'Three billion? Where can I get that kind of money??' Jean thought. 

"So?" Madam emphasized. 

Jean was silent, not knowing what to answer. 

Who was willing to be sold and made into an auction woman by her stepmother? Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? 

And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. 

Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? 

Jean cried silently. 

"Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean. 

Jean didn't take it for granted. With the remaining strength, she rebelled.

The two men were overwhelmed by Jean, who kicked and hit the big man. Annoyed, one of the men carried Jean as if he were carrying a rice sack on his shoulder. Jean then kicked his leg, trying to get away from the man. 

"Get me off!" Said Jean, struggling to ask to be lowered. But the man paid no heed to Jean's undermining. 

"I hit the jackpot." Said Madam with a grin.