Chapter 80

The Rumpus Club auctioned a woman's first dance, but it was nothing but a farce. Everyone knew it was about wealthy men finding mistresses. No man would spend so much just to dance. There was no such innocent man! The woman who was auctioned would become a long-term mistress. Willow sat at her vanity, gazing silently at the mirror. What a beautiful face! She had looked at it for so many years and each time she was still captivated. Even now, sick and thin, her bare face still held stunning beauty. In some ways, God was fair. Some lacked a beautiful countenance but still lived lives of fulfillment and happiness. God gave Willow a face many envied but burdened her with a lifetime of pain. If she could choose, she'd prefer an ordinary face to endure less sorrow. Still, she couldn't deny its uses, like at the Rumpus Club. She heard a stage actor mention a woman auctioning her first dance for 80 million. It was a staggering amount. Willow had seen the woman's photo. Even with care