"Miss Yelena, this way please. I must say, tonight's surprise will definitely make you glad for your good fortune."
Ivan smiled as he guided a woman alone, who lifted her head with both reservation and pride. She was actually thirty-five years old, but looked only twenty-eight, her charming face still locked with the collagen solely possessed by young girls.
She stepped in high heels, the victor of tonight's competition, quite proud despite spending five million.
At this moment, she restrained herself, curiosity overwhelming her regarding the identity of this "mysterious guest" that Ivan dared not disclose. Even the starting price of one million was a record high.
Reaching this point, she believed Ivan wouldn't risk the reputation of "Heaven" to toy with her. But who was this man worth a seaside villa?
As the daughter of Roman, the Naval Governor, she was accustomed to splurging. But spending this much at once was a first.
