Love Began with the First Meeting

With a click, a strong light was cast on a crystal tank on the dais.

The tank lit up everyone's eyes.

It was almost two meters high, shining iridescently under the light.

Inside the tank was something that really made people hold their breath - a mermaid, floating in the water.

Acting mermaid, Molly wore a costume with shimmering scales, covering her body from the soft breasts all the way down to the toes. The fishtail parts and fins wrapped her legs and feet in, showcasing a tempting curve. Her long hair hung loosely around her body, rippling in the flow of water like the softest silk. Brilliant light flooding into the tank fell on the crystal wall and reflected, ricocheting in every direction. The impression danced across her breathtaking body, coating her with a mysterious luminescence. Her bare skin seemed impossibly fairer in the swaying light. The whole scene was enthralling. Almost unreal.

The hall buzzed with boisterous excitement. For a moment everyone forgot about Pluto. The whole audience was blown away by the beauty of the mermaid, and none seemed to think straight anymore.

Pluto was lying serenely on Molly's cleavage. Somehow Philip managed to get the necklace fixed there. It didn't float in the water, but it swayed lightly along the flow. But all eyes were on her tempting bust which was half wrapped by scales.

It was uncomfortable. She wanted to say something but the words caught in her throat. She felt as though her throat was burning, yet she couldn't find the strength in her to open her eyes. The water covered her, pressed her and carried her along. Trapped and helpless, there was nothing she could do but wait for her salvation like a delicate mermaid.

In less than half a minute, the auctioneer's voice pulled everyone's mind back to the present,"Now, for Pluto, we'll start the bidding at 10 million dollars and a bid increment at 1 million!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Brian had already walked out, Eric trailing behind. Lenny and Tony followed. The four of them were well out of the hall when the first bid was called out.

Molly was revolving slowly in the tank while the bids shot up. It wouldn't be a bad deal even if Pluto couldn't lead them to the treasures. They could always sell it for a handsome profit.

In less than one minute, the bid went up to 20 million. It was a price that made a lot of people hesitate. But among today's guests, there was lots of old-money with a penchant for antiques. Once again, the Greek miniature would add an invaluable item to their collections.

40 million mark, where many quit the competition. That was beyond their means. No matter how much they craved Pluto, still they

his words with practiced ease,"Are we all done at 40? Is

word, although everyone's breathing increased. Eyes fell on the foreigner who had just bid 40 million. Some, unwilling to give up kept weighing in their minds how much the necklace

man's breathing quickened. He gritted his teeth hesitating, his eyes roaming from the mermaid's seductive

moment and called

"50 million!"

and people gasped in

that foreigner, everyone turned to look toward the door, where the voice had come from. A man in a black shirt and suit was standing in the doorway. The top two buttons were open, vaguely exposing his wheaten

narrowed his eyes and stared straight at the crystal tank. His face was impassive, his gaze cool as ice, giving nothing away. But

a mermaid. His mouth was a cruel line, concealing

moment he could hardly contain the rage

had never seen Brian get so angry.

water, but because he had a domineering

mine!" That foreigner rose to his feet and declared

Molly throughout. A minute ago, he was already out of the building and then out of the blue the necklace Eric gave Molly whirled through his

mind to buy it, and as to why he got such an urge… He didn't give it much thought. But when he stepped into the door and saw the figure in the tank, he

foreigner was visibly piqued by Brian's attitude. Being a member of the highest social class, he was not used to being ignored. He bid again,

boiled down to the competition of money. Then there was nothing to fear, he thought. Speaking of money, the odds were stacked on his side. Who had more money than his

mouth curved in a cynical smile. He turned to look at the foreigner. At