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Chapter 50 Let The Auction Begin
Chapter 50 Let The Auction Begin
Chapter 50 Let The Auction Begin
"In your dreams!" Margaret reached out her hand to pinch him.
However, the man's flesh was very tough. He stood there motionless without any reaction, even as
Margaret's finger turned pale from pinching him.
Instead, Charleston pressed her down and gave her a lingering kiss.
Margaret was weak, so she couldn't push him away.
Charleston only reluctantly let go of her after a long while.
"B*stard, don't you know what you're doing is sexual harassment? It's illegal!" Margaret yelled furiously.
"Then marry me. That way, it'll be legal."
"In your dreams!"
"Then I'll screw you in my dreams!"
What a dirty-minded b*stard, Margaret thought to herself.
She shoved him away hard and got ready to stand up.
As she was just about to, her wrist was grabbed by Charleston again and she fell on his lap.
Her hips were against his thigh. It was definitely a suggestive, embarrassing pose.
"Why did you try to leave?" Charleston asked as he trapped Margaret, who was struggling restlessly to
get out of his grasp.
"The gown was too ugly, and I didn't want it. Is there a problem?"
"Of course not!" Charleston patiently said.
His words made Margaret speechless. She did not know what to say to argue with him.
"If you don't want to change into that gown, you can wear this one instead." Charleston glanced down
at her.
The bunny costume she was wearing had outlined her attractive figure. Charleston spotted the stain on
the fabric on her arm. It gave off a faint scent of red wine.
"Who hurt you?" Charleston asked with a hint of anger in his voice.
Margaret followed his gaze and looked at her arm. She then realised her arm was a little wet.
"The woman just now." She replied. Emilia had poured most of the red wine on her bare arms while
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If Charleston had not reminded her, she would have forgotten about it.
Charleston rubbed her arm reassuringly. His eyes were dark pools of black.
A vintage grandfather clock chimed slowly.
The auction had begun.
Charleston stood up and found a tulle shawl in the drawer. He draped it over Margaret.
It made her look less coquettish and more innocent-like.
It was a pity that it did not lessen her seductive appeal at all.
Charleston bit on her soft, plump lips. It was not a light or hard bite, but it was done to let her know that
this was her punishment.
He really wanted to hide her at home, so he would be the only one who could see her.
The auction was held on the second floor. When Margaret and Charleston arrived, they saw Emilia
looking around the room suspiciously.
Emilia was pleasantly surprised to see Charleston. She then noticed Margaret walking by his side.
Her lips were red and swollen.
Emilia immediately knew what had happened. Margaret that b*tch actually seduced Mr. Limbaugh.
What a despicable woman.
"Mr. Limbaugh, are you going to the auction? Can I go with you?" Emilia greeted him with a sweet
smile.
Larry was about to escort her away when Charleston waved his hand at him.
He said to Emilia, "Okay."
"Great." Emilia was overjoyed. She quickly looked at Margaret mockingly.
As Charleston was someone of high status, he had a private room prepared specially for him, which
was in the auction area on the second floor. It was decorated luxuriously with all kinds of delicious
delicacies spread out on the table. Everything looked tempting.
Margaret had not had anything to eat for the whole day, so her stomach growled out loudly at the sight
of a spread like this.
"Have some!" Charleston said invitingly.
There were only two burgundy sofa chairs in front of her. The one in the middle was definitely for
Charleston. So, Margaret decided that she was going to sit on the right one.
"Who said you could sit there?" Charleston said while frowning.
"How do I eat if I don't sit down?" This man was not toying with her, was he?