Chapter 15 · free to read
Jun's credentials were eleven years out of date. So was everyone's opinion of her face.
Lot 09. Eight years old. Four minutes. Consigned by the family.
Eleven years she had paid a clinic to keep a girl on a stage. She had simply never been rich enough to put her on a plinth.
She had not sent anybody. She had come to run it herself.
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