“Alright, I’ll stop. This is just for his own good. This live-in son-in-law needs a little teaching, that’s all,” replied Tristan.

Darryl ignored his remarks. He snickered and sent Pearl a text.

At the same moment, the auctioneer hammered his gavel, he yelled, “Ninety million for the lady over there! Going once, going twice, going-”

“One hundred million,” Pearl interjected calmly as she raised her hand.

The crowd gasped. A hundred million for a pair of high heels? Is she mad? Are women all m