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Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Linda had just been roughed up. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes half torn, and bloodstains marred her farm

“She took off with your card, and I only caught her at the station. I should have warned you sooner you can give them too much freedom,” John said, madging Linda with his shoe, making her flinch in fear.

“Scared, but you still dared to run? Do you think your debt to me is a joker Quinn, how about we put her on the wheel for few spins first?” John asked.

Linda’s eyes widened in terror. Soaked and clearly just dragged out of the pool, the pleaded, “Please, don’t hit me anymore. I just missed my daughter so much. I won’t do it again. I swear, Ms. Yates”

She reached out to grabs Quinlyn, but Quinlyn dodged her. “If she didn’t want to be my mom, just sell her and give me the money, Quinlyn said and calmly stepped over Linda.

John paused mid–bend. “Sell her?”

“Yeah. Is there not this service?” Quinlyn tilted her head.

“Of course yes,” John replied, realizing Quinlyn had seen quite a bit during her time in the borderlands. He sat down comfortably and laughed. “To be honest, this will be our main business going forward,”

At this, he called out to someone outside, “Hey, bring them in

Just as he finished speaking, the beaded curtain was pushed aside. A subordinate came, holding a dog leash, followed by about eight young women walking in single file. The booth quickly felt crowded.

“Kneel,” the subordinate ordered, jerking the leash. The women, forced by the pressure around their necks, bent their knees and knelt on the marble floor.

John surveyed them, a satisfied look on his face. This batch looks good.”

“Lately, there’s been a gambling scheme happening that’s sucked a lot of people in. Many are selling their wives and daughters, and we’re overwhelmed, the subordinate said.

Sneaking a glance at Quinlyn, he continued, “We need to sell those goods fast. I’m wondering when Quinn’s heading to the borderlands–mind if I tag along to learn the ropes?”

“Get lost, like you’d have a shot at that.” John laughed and scolded him, then turned back to Quinlyn.

the group of girls.

his chin on his hands. “Yeah. What

a group of girls. It

and feared she might accidentally reveal too much, so he stayed tense.

down to pick up one of the

help me I’m not here by choice. Let me go, and I’ll work to pay back the money.

looked up, her delicate face streaked with tears, appearing pitiful and fragile in

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couldn’t help but clench their fists, growing increasingly worried that Quinlyn might soften towards the girl.

the next instant, the girl’s neck was abruptly tightened. With a snap, Quinlyn yanked the leash, drawing the girl closer despite her reddened face and severe coughing. She reached out and touched

unlike those from the borderlands. She should fetch a good

lively. If you see one you like, feel free to

checking the “goods,” John was feeling especially

Quinlyn with hope, thinking that being with this kid

guy.

them. “They’ll just run away again. Better to sell

John chuckled, then asked her when they’d

thought for a moment before

Worried Quinlyn might change her mind, he instructed a henchman. “Go get the contracts for them

was double–secured. With the seller’s signature on the same page as the buyer’s in the contract,

But in the end, they

confidently as he packed up and prepared

with him.

“Once we’ve got all the victims out, we’ll make our move. Stay sharp and hold tight until we’re in,”

a tense glance, ready for

into a trap, John ordered a champagne tower and invited Quinlyn to watch the tacky

the booth was fully open, everything around the pool came into view. Some of the behavior was