Mrs. Lawson Is So Sexy and Gallant

Verena was then pushed onto the stage.

She stood up still, looking cautious. Then she happened to see a horde of guests down the stage.

Suddenly, she felt like being shocked by a bolt of lightning.

Her mind went blank. She had no idea what to do next.

When she saw the eyes of those men down the stage, she was so panicky that she wanted to run away. Gladys was also anxious. She kept warning her in a low voice, "Hey! You are on stage! Calm down!" Finally, Verena collected herself and she turned around to look at Gladys. Then she closed her eyes.

She took a deep breath and then opened her eyes again. Then her eyes looked clear this time. There was no more weakness and fluster hidden in.

Then she slowly stepped forward. She stopped as she reached the edge.

All men were fixing their eyes on her, looking confused. They didn't know what she was doing.

Suddenly, endless white snow started to fall in the air and then shed on them.

As they were all stunned, they looked at the girl on stage again.

When seeing that the snow was coming from her palms, they were all startled with their mouths wide opened.

Verena was dressing in an emerald dress, standing on the staged filled with flowing lights and color.

She looked so pure and a trace of fresh scent seemed to spread all over the bar. All of them felt like indulging themselves in it.

Though it was autumn, it felt like spring at this moment.

The emerald dress even flattered her fair skin. Her black and soft hair was simply tied up and hung down on her left, while the end of which was scattered on her chest. Water still dropped down from her hairs. Only her shanks were exposed. She looked quite special and unique.

The white snow still kept falling down from her palms.

However, all the other guys were distracted by her, a seemingly holy goodness coming from the heaven.

After quite a while, one of them seemed to collect himself first. He then yelled crazily, "Eight hundred thousand!"

His yell seemed to notice them all. Then another yell sounded, "One million and two hundred thousand!" "One million and eight hundred thousand!" then there followed another yell.

"Two million and eight hundred thousand!"

"Three million and six hundred thousand!"

When hearing that, everyone present started to exclaim as they were all surprised because the bidding was skyrocketing. Even the host turned to be thrilled, "Three million and six hundred thousand! Any higher bidding? Otherwise, that's the final one!"

As soon as he finished, another voice sounded, "Five million!"

That was the highest bidding tonight!

When everyone deemed that the deal would be done, the host started to count down, "Three, two..."

"Eight million!" a sexy voice sounded through the mic. Everyone present heard it clearly.

Obviously, he was not one of those sitting down the stage. Instead, he was one of those honorable guests sitting in a VIP box.

His voice rendered everyone present quite stunned, including Verena.

Before she could notice what happened, the host couldn't help swallowing, "Eight million! Here is about to be the final bidding! Count down from three, two, one. The deal is concluded!"

But Verena was still stunned while standing on spot.

'Eight million? Who bid the price?'

As she went backstage, Gladys, who had been waiting, hurried to walk over, "Verena!"

"Gladys..." she finally collected herself and raised her head.

"Go to the VIP Room 302 now! He is waiting now!" Gladys hurried to say.

Verena was so nervous and flustered. She grabbed Glady's hand, "Gladys, do you know who he is?"

"I don't know either! But I know he is one of those in the VIP Room! Just remember! Don't get mad at him no matter what he will do to you! After all, he is your greatest patron!" Gladys hurried to notice her as she knew well about Verena's temper.

'My greatest patron...' she blinked her eyes but felt bitter.

Then she bit her lips and forced out a smile, "Don't worry, Gladys. I know what to do."

Then a guard led Verena to the VIP Room 302.

The room was well furnished with leathered couch, queen-size bed and wine cabinet. There was even equipped with a huge French window, through which the guest could see the venue clearly.

Then she shifted her surprised look on the window and then sat down on the couch. As the guard walked out of the room, she was left alone.

Suddenly, something sounded, which rendered her quite nervous instantly.

She couldn't help trembling all over and pinching the couch hard with her nails. She fixed her eyes on the door.

Then someone walked in.

However, she was stunned when she noticed who was coming in.

She couldn't even believe her own eyes, "Hey, little baby, why are you here?"

Sammy pouted, looking a bit annoyed. Then he said in a sweet tone, "Miss Pretty, you make me feel hurt! I told you that my name is Sammy! Why are you calling me little baby still? I will get mad at you!" Then he blinked his eyes, "So you can just call me Sammy Lawson, or call me Sammy, or just Sam, or....."

"Okay, stop!"

Verena was a bit confused, "Okay, Sammy, why are you here? I told you that you shouldn't stay in the bar. You are too young!"

"I come with my daddy! And here is the room of ours! Miss Pretty, daddy just told me that you would be here soon. I know daddy won't lie to me! Miss Pretty, do you miss me?"

While he was still speaking, Verena seemed to be frozen on spot.

So it meant that it was his father who bid the price.

While wondering, she suddenly heard a deep and strong voice sounding outside the door, "Sammy!"

When hearing that, she couldn't help shivering.

Here came the man!

Sammy also shivered a bit. He turned around and made a face. Then he hurried to hide himself behind Verena.

At the same time, a tall man walked in.

It was exactly the man who she had met two days ago.

She froze on spot, feeling quite awkward.

"Hello, Miss Moore." The man greeted her.

Then he scolded Sammy, who still kept himself behind Verena, "Sammy, come over here!"

"No! Daddy, you look horrible!" Sammy still grabbed her dress hard and only fixed his big eyes on that man.

Obviously, the man looked outrageous.

He bypassed her and grabbed the little boy up. Then he spanked him hard.

Sammy soon frowned and started to cry.

Verena felt so sorry for him. Then she took Sammy back from the man.

She hugged his little soft body and glared at the man, "Sir, you can't hit such a little boy!"

Sammy was still crying while wrapping around her neck with both arms.

However, no tears shed down from his eyes. He looked quite cunning.

"Miss, it's none of your business. He is my son." The man huffed.

"You are right. But you are a gentleman. Don't you think it's a shame to hit such a little boy?" Verena argued firmly.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐