Chapter 51 Zack, Time Could No Longer Be Turned Back

One hundred million...

This price, it could be said, set a new record for the auction.

No sooner had Zackary finished speaking than all eyes in the auction hall were immediately on him.

The old man in the front row, obviously unwilling to let the beautiful girl who was about to be his be taken away by someone else, however, the moment he saw Zackary's exquisite face, as if it was finely carved, he instantly dejectedly put his sign back on the table.

One hundred million, indeed, was not a small amount, but not everyone couldn't afford it. However, they couldn't afford to offend Zackary.

The new generation leader of the Spencer Group, the proud son of heaven backed by several big mountains like Spencer, Murray, Hilliard, let alone just Sea City, even the entire Goldwald, he could walk sideways. Whatever he wanted, who dared to snatch it!

"Zackary, you... you were so unfair!"

Because Zackary's act of bidding was so shocking, it took a while for Ryany to regain his composure.

"Zackary, there's an old saying in Goldwald, 'A gentleman does not take what others love.' I saw Lady Fairy first, you can't compete with me for her! Zackary, if you consider me as a brother, then back off! Don't compete with me for my Lady Fairy!"

Zackary turned his face away, cool and indifferent. His gaze was so calm, yet it was suffocating.

Thin lips slightly curved, bearing the overwhelming chill of wind and frost, "Ryan, if you want to fight, I'll accompany you to the end!"

Ryan, who originally wanted to stand up for himself, was instantly silenced.

You should know, Zackary was really, really, really brutal in a fight. He didn't want to end up so beaten that he couldn't take care of himself for the rest of his life.

Ryan was afraid of Zackary's overwhelming violence, but his love for Lady Fairy emboldened him. Holding onto his last shred of hope, he asked Zackary, "Zackary, did you capture Lady Fairy to give her to me out of landlord's courtesy?"

Zackary curled his lips, but because there was not a trace of humor in his eyes, his smile did not give Ryany any sense of warmth, only threat and coldness.

"Sure, you could keep dreaming!"

Ryan pursed his lips, well, he had ultimately just missed his goddess.

"One hundred and ten million times!"

"One hundred million, twice!"

"One hundred and thirty million times!"

"Deal closed!"

Until the auctioneer's hammer fell, Penelope was still unable to recover from the chaos in the wind.

She never imagined that Zackary would participate in the bidding, let alone dare to think that the person who would eventually win her, would be him.

Penelope bit her lip so hard until the strong smell of blood spread between her lips and teeth, only then did she suddenly come back to her senses.

She wouldn't foolishly assume that he took her picture because he had feelings for her. If he truly had feelings for her, he wouldn't have refused so decisively when she went to him for money to save Ethan.

Even less would... let Lola move into Silverybay Estates, causing a great disturbance.

He took her down, but only because he wanted to trample on her dignity himself!

Penelope didn't want to sell herself as a commodity to Zackary, but under the circumstances, she simply had no other choice.

Moreover, upon careful thought, it really didn't matter. In his heart, she was always a woman who would do anything for money, a woman without any sense of shame. What difference would it make if she acted shamelessly one more time!

Lost in her thoughts, Penelope had already been pushed in front of Zackary by the manager.

The manager looked at Penelope with obvious admiration, but when she looked at Zackary, it was with unspeakable reverence and appeasement.

"Mr. Spencer, in gratitude for your kindness, the first dance of Miss Penelope tonight belongs to you! A guest room has been prepared for you upstairs. Wishing you and Miss Penelope a wonderful evening!"

After saying this, the manager gave Penelope a wink and quickly stepped aside.

Penelope took a deep breath, stepped forward as previously instructed by her manager, and proactively shook Zackary's hand.

"Mr. Spencer, please!"

"Ah..."

A sudden pain in Penelope's wrist made her involuntarily let out a low groan.

Zackary didn't dance with her, instead, he directly picked her up and quickly headed towards the upstairs guest room.

"Mr. Spencer, we danced first!"

Realizing what Zackary wanted to do, Penelope struggled hard to break free from his embrace.

"Dance?"

Zackary sneered, looking into Penelope's eyes as if countless ice knives were flying out, "Penelope, why are you pretending to be a virtuous woman in front of me?! You've gone to great lengths to come here and seduce men, is it just to dance?!"

"I..."

Penelope was at a loss for words, for she had known early on that she wouldn't be dancing with just the man who had asked her, that night.

Seeing Penelope silent, Zackary's face grew even darker. He quickened his pace and in the blink of an eye, he had carried her up to the guest room upstairs.

The manager had long since had the pre-prepared agreement placed on the desk in the guest room. As soon as he entered, Zackary rudely threw Penelope onto the bed, immediately picked up the agreement from the table, and harshly smashed it onto her face.

"Sign!"

Penelope's face was throbbing with pain, but she didn't have time to care. She took the agreement with trembling hands, quickly skimmed through it, then signed it and pressed her handprint.

After performing their first dance, every woman had to sign an agreement.

She spent her whole life being at the beck and call of the man who bought her, always ready to fulfill his every request.

If she breached the contract, she would have to pay a penalty ten times the auction price. Of course, if the buyer grew tired of her, he could choose to terminate the agreement without any compensation and tell her to get lost.

After signing, Penelope numbly put the agreement back on the desk. She found it quite amusing. People always strive for better, yet she went from being Zackary's legitimate wife to ultimately becoming a shameful secret.

A lifetime mistress, after he married Lola, she became the woman who was stabbed in the back as the third party.

Fortunately, her lifetime was about to end soon.

She didn't have to ruin herself forever.

"Mr. Spencer, I've signed it," Penelope mumbled, the simple sentence almost draining her of a lifetime's worth of energy.

"Kneel down!"

Penelope was taken aback, she had never expected Zackary to suddenly make such a request to her.

Seeing her standing there, dumbfounded, with no intention of kneeling down, Zackary narrowed his eyes dangerously, his face clouded with gloom, "What, thinking of breaking the contract?!"

Yes, the agreement stipulated that the goods must be available on demand for the buyer.

She hadn't yet received the money to save Ethan, she dared not break the contract.

Penelope's eyes welled up with tears, she hastily turned her face away, not daring to let Zackary see her unmasked vulnerability.

He felt she was dirty, she was cheap, she was only worthy of kneeling on the ground, allowing him to... on her.

Zack, do you know, with this kneel, all the past vows and promises have turned into nothing.

Zack, actually, time is irreversible, we could no longer return to the past.

I always understood, I was just, humble, ridiculous, harboring the last bit of extravagant hope.

"Kneel down!"