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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.

group of girls. “Is this

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

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

Quinlyn was kind–hearted and feared she might accidentally reveal too much, so

of the dog leashes,

into tears. “Please help me I’m not here

streaked with tears, appearing pitiful and fragile in the dim light

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help but clench their fists, growing increasingly worried

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

and she smells nice, unlike those from the

girls are fresh and lively. If you see one you like, feel free

checking the “goods,” John was

that being with this kid had to

guy.

Quinlyn shook her head, barely glancing at them. “They’ll just run away again.

whatever you say,” John chuckled, then asked her when they’d

a moment before

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

transaction was double–secured. With the seller’s signature on the same page as the buyer’s in the contract, they were tightly bound;

end, they couldn’t

henchman said confidently as he

with him.

the victims out, we’ll make our

and Donny exchanged a tense glance, ready

tower and invited Quinlyn

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