Xenia's Auction was on a small island in Sardonia. Since the auction was held there, even though the island was far away from the city, it had all the amenities. For many years, the upper-class society had visited the island many times. After a while, it started to appear as though nobles also owned the island.

The hotel had sent their staff over to pick up guests, all in Lincoln limousines. The island sure was wealthy.

Yvonne hadn't been to the island for a long time. As she stood by the docks, looking at the buildings on the island far away, it felt strange to her. She'd only been gone for a few months, yet it felt like a lifetime. She'd almost forgotten what she'd been like when she'd still been Ms. Y.

Soon, she collected her thoughts and followed Gwen into the limousine. Although it was called a hotel, in reality, it was made up of many two-story villas stretching over a huge plot of land. Yvonne had one of the quietest and most remote ones, where she'd once spent three years.