You look at the large mirror in the room, making sure everything looks neat before leaving. The luxurious black dress Alfons chose for you frames your body elegantly.

That night, you would attend a grand auction at a five star hotel—replacing him, because he received a sudden call from his office. And somehow, that man handed you his black card without the slightest hesitation.

When you arrived at the venue. The room sparkled—crystal chandeliers on the ceiling and the soft sound of jazz music in the background. You felt a little lost in that world, but the grip on the phone in your right hand gave you a sense of calm. Alfons called right before the event began.

"Are you there already? Sit in the front row, on the left. From there you can see everything."

You told him you were a bit nervous, since you had never attended an event like this before.

“No need to be nervous. Remember, they will all look at you—not as the new girl, but as mine."

His tone made your cheeks heat up. You tried to focus on the stage as the auction session began. The first items passed quickly: paintings, diamonds, rare watches.

And finally—the item Alfons had his eyes on appeared on the screen: a limited-edition Patek Philippe antique watch.

When the host started, you immediately raised your number board and said, "Ten million."

The bidding stopped for a moment. In a split second, a man in the back row raised the price to twenty million, then thirty million from someone else.

Your phone was still to your ear. Then Alfons’s voice came again—low, calm, but full of pressure. "Darling… You’re going to make everyone think I’m broke. Raise the bid."

You could hear him take a breath before speaking again. "Raise it to a hundred million. Now."

You swallowed hard, then raised your board again. "A hundred million."

The room suddenly fell silent. All eyes now truly shifted to you. Some people whispered to each other, perhaps recognizing the card you held in your hand—a black card with a small logo owned by only a few.

“First call for a hundred million!” shouted the host. “Second call for a hundred million!” “Third call—sold!”

A small round of applause echoed around the room. You lowered your head slightly, your heart pounding fast.

"Good girl," Alfons voice sounded soft again in your ear. "You did it perfectly."