Billionaire Is 57

Chapter 57 A Living Hell

Chapter 57 A Living Hell

The leader hunched forward, gesturing. This way. We're almost there."

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I covered my cars, trying to block out the heartbreaking cries of the innocent girls. But their screams were relentless, piercing through every attempt to shut them out. However, what truly made my blood rum cold came moments later.

At the end of the hallway stood several men. Their icy gazes were sharp enough to cut, and each of them clutched an AK-47

Even though I was already dead, the sight of those bloodthirsty, predatory eyes made me tremble with

fear.

The leader exchanged a few words with them in the local language. After scrutinizing Luke and my dad, one of the men pulled out a key and unlocked the door.

I saw the tension written all over Luke's face. Even my dad's fingers twitched slightly while clutching the

scams of his trousers.

If I didn't already know I was dead, I might have been infected by their overwhelming nervousness.

The door opened with a creak.

The room inside was dimly lit. As I stepped in, I saw women huddled together on the floor. A quick glance revealed at least 20 or 30 of them.

The leader casually remarked, "This batch was just brought in. There were delays-storms at sea and then a civil war when we reached the Scam Center. You're lucky. They haven't been touched yet." Hearing this, Luke's furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

His expression turned sympathetic as he took in the women's disheveled appearances: Their hair was matted and their bodies reeked of filth. Each of them was curled up in a corner trembling with fear. They had been stripped of their clothes, left wearing only undergarments.

they hadn't been physically harmed, their

to meet the gaze of those who would treat them like commodities

grabbed an electric baton and struck the nearest woman

up" be barked

women, like helpless lambs facing a pack of

was furile

despair

help but feel heartbroken for them. Among them, I spotted a familiar

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was Esmée Myers, the daughter of a nanny from our neighborhood. She was a hardworking girl, often waiting in the cold outside for her

winter, rubbing her hands together to stay warm as she memorized vocabulary

of high

me with a bright smile, saying she planned to take up part-time work to ease her

part-time job? Was she the girl

like her didn't deserve this fate. She had worked so hard to change

was a sobering reminder that misery wasn't

wished she could summon the strength to fight. If my dad recognized her,

though she had

leader yanked their hair or used his gun to lift

number of women left to inspect dwindled, Luke and my dad grew

still hadn't seen my face among

was examined, my dad

who you're looking

I remember there should've been another woman,"

someone resembling me was here, but after scanning the room, there

right. One of them

didn't you say so earlier? Where is she

bich was

could finish, Luke furiously grabbed him by

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