Chapter 114

Author's POV The luxurious yacht glided across the dark waters, its golden lights gleaming against the night sky. Below deck, in a small preparation room, a woman lay unconscious on a bed as a makeup artist worked meticulously on her face. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The door to the makeup room shuddered under heavy knocks before swinging open. A burly man with a gruff voice barked impatiently, "How much longer? Are you finished yet?" The makeup artist bristled with irritation. "What's the rush? We still have a half hour before the final auction event." The man's throat produced a contemptuous grunt. "Just slap something on her face and be done with it. You're not creating a masterpiece. Women and their endless fussing." "Get out!" the makeup artist snapped. "What would a brute like you know about aesthetics or presentation?" "Everyone on this yacht tonight has power and influence, with tastes far more refined than yours. You think any pretty female will do?" "Whatever," the man muttered. Havi