The auction started fast. On the big screen, each organ appeared along with the donor’s details. Families who had already been matched to a patient began to bid, pushing prices higher and higher. To them, these weren’t just organs. They were the last hope, a shot at life.
Laurinda felt sick to her stomach. For her, life and death should follow the natural order, not become a business. You should wait for a willing donor, not buy your way out. Turning human lives into a profit was something she believed would bring down its own punishment.
Two hours crawled by until the auction ended. Laurinda managed to keep herself from causing a scene, gripping her seat and waiting it out.
As the staff handed their phones back, Laurinda caught a glimpse of someone in the corner. That face looked just like the man from the surveillance video, the one who’d driven Aggie and Lawrence back to the villa.
She leaned close to Adolphus and whispered, “Have your people ready. I’m going after someone.”
Before Adolphus could say a word, Laurinda was gone, moving fast and determined.
Adolphus quickly realized what was happening. He grabbed his phone, started dialing, and rushed after her. By the time he made it outside, Laurinda had already disappeared.
He spotted messy footprints on the ledge outside a window. Without hesitating, Adolphus climbed out and dropped down from the third floor.
The moment he hit the ground, gunshots echoed nearby.
He ran toward the sound and soon saw Laurinda standing with a gun in her hand. Not far away, a man lay on the ground.
Adolphus’s team closed in. Two of them hurried forward and dragged the man, who’d been shot in the leg, toward them.
“Adolphus, it’s just his leg. He’ll live,” one of the men reported.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: From Ashes of Scandals to His Embrace