Advika's gaze swept across the opulent bedroom, a sigh escaping her lips. The sheer extravagance of the room seemed to amplify the weight of her impending decision.
"I need to tell him about my decision," She murmured, a sense of urgency settling within her. Reaching for her phone, she dialed Christopher's number.
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Meanwhile, at a bustling restaurant, Christopher and Adonis were immersed in a discussion about the upcoming auction. The air was thick with the aroma of fine wine and the subtle hum of conversation.
"So, brother," Adonis began, swirling the ruby liquid in his glass, "are you truly bringing... what should I call her? Your secretary? Your disciple?"
Christopher took a measured sip of his wine, his expression composed. "Her name is Advika, and that will suffice."
Adonis raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Hmm... And what about those ladies?"
