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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.

stood up and walked over to the group of girls.

a mysterious smile, resting his chin on his hands. “Yeah. What do you think?”

was being asked about selling a group of girls. It seemed almost like a twisted game, but the darkness of

feared she might accidentally reveal too much, so he stayed

noticed Quinlyn bending down to pick up one of the dog leashes, seemingly intrigued by the quality

of the young girls on the ground burst into tears. “Please help me I’m not here by choice. Let me go, and I’ll work to pay back the

tears, appearing pitiful and fragile in the dim light

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

With a snap, Quinlyn yanked the leash, drawing the girl closer despite her reddened face and severe coughing. She reached out and touched

those from the borderlands. She should fetch a

are fresh and lively. If you see one you

the “goods,”

looked up at Quinlyn with hope, thinking that being with

guy.

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

whatever you say,” John chuckled, then

moment before saying, “Tomorrow

change her mind, he instructed a henchman. “Go get the contracts for them to sign, then load them up

as the buyer’s in the contract,

struggled, unwilling to sign. But in the end, they couldn’t resist the henchman’s firm grip

henchman said confidently as he packed up and prepared to

with him.

got all the victims out, we’ll

tense

trap, John ordered a champagne tower and invited Quinlyn to watch the tacky stage performances with him.

open, everything around the pool came into view. Some of the