Elora's eyes widened in shock; this time, she wasn't upset that a price was placed on her; rather, she found it hard to close her parted lips or lower her gaze, which was fixed on Larsen. He looks so relaxed as if the amount he just called was nothing.

Five hundred million dollars. For a slave?

Elora felt her heart beating so fast, some emotions stirring up in her, she could feel the goosebumps and her fluttering stomach.

" Isn't that little? It would be higher than that if he knew a goddess resides within you," Naya said in her head, but Elora nearly screamed for her to shut up...