You are all bad women! Don't come over!-Chapter 590 - 571

"Mr. Shereyemetev, can we begin?"

"When does the surprise moment start, Ivan?"

"If today's surprise doesn't satisfy me, I won't spare you!" This content belongs to Nove1Fire.net

"I originally had a fashion show today, but I postponed it by a day for your surprise."

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The speakers were a group of exquisitely dressed women, lounging lazily and casually on soft single sofas, each adorned with dazzling jewels. There was a small table in front of each woman, with a wine glass and a number card on it.

Handsome attendants silently shuttled between them, refilling each empty glass with fine wine.

If any animal rights members saw this scene, they would probably faint with anger, because the sofas under them were made of fur from a well-known protected animal.

But here, that fur might just be the cheapest thing.

This is a mysterious little room inside "Heaven," specifically for the most distinguished guests.

Although being able to spend at "Heaven" means these women are either rich or noble, there's a hierarchy among the elite. Only women who spend more than thirty million Roman Coins here annually are qualified to be the top-tier VIPs.

These women are the crème de la crème of the elite, the wealthiest of the wealthy. Even Ivan Shereyemetev, the boss, would not dare to casually offend some of them.

"Where's tonight's surprise!" another woman yelled, taking off her high heel and throwing it at Ivan on stage, "Do you know what I gave up today? If tonight's surprise is just another washed-up little celebrity like before, I'll throw you into the Torsco River!"

This woman was the daughter-in-law of a top tycoon in Roman, with a three-year-old son. Normally, she was known for her gentle and virtuous demeanor in social circles, but now she was clearly a bit tipsy and unrestrainedly revealing her true nature.

Perhaps used to this behavior, none of the women were surprised by it. In fact, this place is a paradise for women, and these Supreme VIPs here are God; of course, God can do whatever they want!

Even if they took off their pants and pooped in public, the men here would have to dutifully catch it with their hands and praise how fragrant it was!

Ivan swiftly dodged the flying high heel. Even though he was almost hit in the head, he maintained a smile. One of the attendants hurriedly picked up the high heel, holding it with both hands, kneeled in front of the woman, and carefully helped her put the shoe back on.

The woman giggled, kicked the attendant again after putting her high heel back on. The attendant didn't avoid it, took the kick directly, then stood up and bowed respectfully before leaving.

Ivan Shereyemetev stood on stage, calmly looking at these dozen or so major patrons, keeping his smile unchanged.

The distinguished Supreme VIPs were about four-fifths in attendance, making his personal notifications worthwhile.

"Dear ladies, thank you very much…" he cleared his throat.

"Cut the crap, bring the man up here!" another object flew over. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Ivan dodged again, but unfortunately, this time it was a wine glass. Although he wasn't hit, the wine spilled over Ivan's head.

Ivan embarrassingly picked up a towel to wipe his head, and the attendants calmly replaced the wine glass for the guest who threw it, refilling it with wine.

"Haha, please don't rush," Ivan still did not get angry, chuckling as he spoke, "This surprise moment is different from before."

The surprise moment is one of the privileges of these VIPs, usually conducted in auction form, generally for the service rights of some man.

This might seem stupid to others, who would spend money to compete for a man? But these VIPs aren't short of money; to them, the issue is whether the man is worth spending money on.

They're not inexperienced; on the contrary, they have high standards, having seen all sorts of men.

"What's different about it?" the women asked.

"Today's surprise cannot reveal its identity; only tonight's queen can enter the Gate of Heaven to meet him!" Ivan declared grandly.

"What do you mean by this?"

"I spent fifty million here last year, and I can't even know who he is?"

"Is he a prince or something, that you're keeping it from us?"

"I think you might as well close your shop; damn it, refund me!"

"Without telling us who it is, you're asking us to bid; is your own father the one working tonight?"

"Haha, his father's so bald; if he were to work here, even if he licked my shoes, I'd claim a billion in emotional damages!"

Shoes and wine glasses were flying everywhere, as the esteemed ladies indulged in their coarse behavior here.

Ivan was dodging left and right, but still got hit several times.

"Calm down, calm down, I haven't finished speaking," Ivan said, "Also, tonight's boy can only offer soul companionship, not any deeper services…"

Before he finished speaking, Ivan had completely ignited their fury.

"What the hell, does he really think he's a prince?"

"Not even allowed to sleep with? Then let him scram!"

"Even if my money is wind-blown, I wouldn't throw it here!"

The women's scolding was endless. Taking advantage of the moment they finished throwing things, Ivan hurriedly announced, "Then the bidding starts at one million!"

"You mean to say, have us start bidding at one million for an item without disclosing any information about it? I could spend millions, the price of a villa, only to end up with a pile of fresh dogshit?"

"Tell me, did your mother die, causing you to lose your mind and go completely insane?"

"I bid a million and one, buy your father a better coffin!"

"I know a royal hospital brain surgeon, should I invite him over now to fix your brain?"

"One hundred and ten thousand."

Finally, someone lazily raised a number card.

Everyone immediately looked toward the bidder: "What benefits did Ivan give you to act as his shill?"

"Ivan may be a swindler, but he's not a fool. If he dares to do this, I'll dare to bet this surprise is extraordinary. Of course, if he dares to fool me, I'll tear down his shop!"

The others also realized. They weren't simpleton fools either, just indulging in a rare spree here.

Seeing this, Ivan beamed, shaking the microphone dramatically: "I guarantee with my honor, this surprise will satisfy everyone, tonight's queen will surely witness the true Heaven!"

"One hundred and fifty thousand! I want to see what this fat bastard has up his sleeve!"

"One hundred and eighty thousand."

"Two hundred thousand!"

The surprise moment auction finally proceeded normally.