Chapter 17

"I'll sign!" Lucille shouted. Then, she shoved the pen into Andre's hand. "Dad, hurry up and sign it! Do you want to go to jail?" Andre's hand trembled, but in the end, he still signed his name. Alexander gave a slight nod, signaling the man behind him to collect the documents. Before leaving, he said, "Someone will pick up Ms. Watson at 7:00 pm later." At the doorway, he paused and glanced back. "Oh, and one more thing. You'd better dress up tonight. After all..." His gaze lingered on Lucille's pale yet still beautiful face. "It's the last value you have left." ... As night fell, a sleek black Mercedes slowly pulled up at the VIP entrance of Royal Auction House. After that, two female bodyguards helped Lucille out of the car. She wore a white silk gown, elegant and smooth, and around her neck hung the last valuable possession from the Watson family—a diamond necklace worth over a million dollars. But now, it felt more like a badge of shame. "No. Let me go!" Lucille instincti