"No...no need!"

With such a large expense, Hunter couldn't let Irving invite himself.

"Don't worry. I can find someone and give it back to me."

At this moment, the music that just now, like the New York Fashion Week's show changed, slowed down and lengthened, like a sound made after a long period of patience, which made the guests present feel hoarse in their throats.

The girls on the stage twisted their waists, and steel pipes rose one after another on the stage.

They pulled off the long skirts around their waists and completely let themselves go in all kinds of crazy postures, making their hearts cracked.

Hunter opened his eyes wide, and the girl with short brown hair turned around the steel pipe, stretching enchanting lines from her neck to her back to her waist. Hunter never thought that anyone in this world could combine sexiness and purity.

When the music stops, the so-called auction is about to begin.

"Every girl is taken out for auction only three hours. If you get her, you have to attract her to the fullest, every second is precious. Otherwise, once you leave here, you may not have the chance to see her again." Owen reminded.

But the first girl's time to spend together was auctioned for 30,000 US dollars, which shocked Hunter.

The price is getting higher and higher, with the highest number reaching 60,000 US dollars.

Hunter looked sideways at Irving. The guy was holding his chin and his smile on the corners of his lips remained unabated. He admired every girl like he was enjoying artworks.

When a girl with long black hair came to the stage, Irving licked her lips and raised her hand to bid without hesitation.

In the end, the price actually soared to 70,000 US dollars. Hunter finally understood what it means to "spend money like soil", and the three hours of the black-haired girl finally belonged to Irving.

"Don't worry, I'll help you with what you want."

Finally, the girl with short brown hair came to the front end of the catwalk, and the atmosphere became warm in an instant.

Her base price is 30,000 US dollars, and the bidding sounds are coming one after another.

She lowered her head and looked in Hunter's direction.

The ice-blue eyes seemed to be brewing the vast ocean, submerging Hunter.

Her name is "Niki".

Nikki smiled shyly at him, her eyes full of anticipation.

But Hunter was sad because the price had risen to 50,000 US dollars.

"She seems to like you very much." Owen said, holding her chin.

"My annual salary is only 250,000 euros..."

"You have received points, and the team should have paid you a lot of dividends. Where did you spend it?"

"My house was auctioned for debt when I was a kid. I wanted to buy it back." Hunter lowered his head and dared not look at Nikki. "I regret it now. I didn't do my best in the first three games... Otherwise I would have more dividends."

"You are so cute, Hunter." Owen suddenly grabbed Hunter's wrist and raised his hand, "Sixty thousand dollars!"

"Hey—" Hunter looked at Owen in surprise, but the other party looked like an old god.

"When you play with me, don't worry about money."

At this time, the man in the suit opposite showed a surprised expression, and then joined the bidding ranks: "70,000 US dollars!"

"Eighty thousand dollars." Irving once again raised Hunter's hand.

"Hey! Owen - don't do this! I know you are richer than me. If you invite me to have a glass of high-quality red wine or go to the Arctic to see the aurora, I think it's good, but it costs 80,000 US dollars like this..."

"Do you think that girl's expectations and goodwill for you are not worth 80,000 US dollars?" Owen asked with a smile.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: Actually, I'm not worried about you having an affair.

Hunter: Why?

Winston: Because your distracted object must be like me.

Hunter: No matter how much you are, you are not you! Humph!

Winston: Then you will find that the more you look at the other person, the more you think about me, and come back to me in shame.
Chapter completed!