Primrose's head was instantly flooded with the thoughts of everyone inside the auction house. And all of their minds, without exception, were talking about Edmund, so much that it made her a bit dizzy.
Good thing she had already taken the potion Salem made and wasn't sitting among the noisy crowd. Otherwise, she probably would've fainted from the headache.
[Six hundred thousand gold coins just for a perfume?! Is he insane?!]
[No one would ever bid more than three hundred thousand for that thing!]
[Damn it! I was about to bid four hundred thousand earlier! Whatever, the perfume doesn't even look that special.]
[I saw them holding hands in the hallway earlier. Is their relationship really that strong, or just an act?]
[Oh, the Lycan King probably spent that much so he can use his wife as much as he wants tonight.]
Who said that?!
Did they seriously think Primrose was some kind of escort who served men for money? Her husband could have her for free!
