The Blind Little Husband Chapter 2

The auction was in full swing. Vincent was being called out with higher and higher prices like a piece of merchandise.

"Ten million!"

"I bid twenty million!"

"Thirty million!"

...

I held my wine glass, savoring Vincent's expression in the cage.

With each new bid, I could see the despair in his eyes deepen.

Right now, he was nothing but a lowly beast slave being publicly auctioned for people's entertainment. Yet this very beast slave would eventually turn around and bite his benefactor.

Just an ungrateful wolf that couldn't be tamed. Since that was the case, I didn't mind being the executioner who personally sent him to hell.

When Vincent noticed my gaze, his eyes suddenly locked onto mine with urgent desperation, full of pleading and hope.

"Save... save me."

Save him?

I found it laughable. Wasn't this exactly what he wanted?

In my previous life, I'd saved him out of kindness. He'd blamed me for being a busybody and had taken my life.

This time, I'd let him have his wish. I believed my dear cousin would appear to save him.

After all, in my past life, when I'd bid on Vincent, Charlotte and I had competed for quite a while.

That's why Vincent had later complained that I'd taken him away and prevented him from being with Charlotte.

Sure enough, a spoiled voice rang out—none other than my dear cousin Charlotte.

"I bid fifty million! I want him. Who dares compete with me!"

The moment Charlotte appeared, everyone respectfully backed off. After noticing Vincent's gaze, she looked at me provocatively.

"Oh, sister, you're here too? Have you chosen your beast slave? Don't tell me you want to fight me for this lowly beast slave? I saw him first this time."

Perfect. The other murderer from my past life had appeared.

Charlotte, Vincent—are you ready to face my revenge?

Charlotte and I were infamous rivals. Since childhood, we'd fought tooth and nail over anything the other wanted.

The room fell silent instantly. Everyone waited to watch the show.

I shook my head in refusal.

"Such superficial goods? I'm not interested."

Vincent could use me, and he could use Charlotte. This time, I'd let the two of them have each other.

Charlotte looked at me with unexpected suspicion, pressing aggressively, "Not interested? Ha! Then where's your beast slave?"

I pointed to a large figure in the corner who'd been ignored the entire time.

"I choose him."

During the auction, I'd been observing him for quite a while.

Wyatt, a wolf-type beast-person, the beast slave with the highest combat ability in the entire underground arena. Also the one who'd been here the longest.

People had bid on him before, only to nearly lose their lives when Wyatt had turned the tables on them. So everyone kept their distance and left him alone.

Wyatt in the corner glanced at me with aloof eyes, then looked away.

Charlotte laughed mockingly at the sight.

"Are you sure you want him as your beast slave? He's the most vicious, highest-combat-ability slave in this whole place. No one's ever been able to tame him. Be careful he doesn't kill you."

I nodded with certainty and walked toward Wyatt, personally opening the iron cage.

"Will you come with me? As a free person."