Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Morpheus gazed incredulously at Persephone.

What was she saying? Best hunters? Appearing as prey? It sounded like a joke!

Those people's noses were keener than dogs in a place like this. They didn't care if one were a hunter or prey. As long as they smelled money on one, they would resort to all sorts of brutal means to drain one's last drop of blood.

"Unfortunately, you've got it wrong." Morpheus looked coldly at her. "The person you're looking for might not be on this street. At least I haven't heard that name."

"Could it be... Greta changed her name?" Persephone speculated. "What do girls sold here usually do?"

Morpheus frowned, staring at her as if she were clueless. No, she probably wasn't clueless. To speak of excellent hunters appearing as prey and maintaining calmness in danger? Such courage wasn't something an ordinary girl possessed. Perhaps in her world, she was clever, even from an elite background.

However, this was a quagmire, a bottomless, dirty pit.

Falling into this world, she was destined for doom.

one who abducted you earlier, that woman's Kourtney Moon. She's a famous madam in the red-light district. The fat guy, Jim Liddell, has some influence in the underground arena. Do you think helpless girls could step into

stunned, and

enter the ring to fight will have to end up in men's

held her

closer, his body's scorching heat almost touching her

left wrist. This kind of red string represented a lifelong commitment

of jealousy churning in him. He moved closer, his hands resting on the sofa's armrests. His nose almost touched

back, and her heart beat

friend has been in a dangerous situation since being sold to a place like this." Morpheus' voice was low. "If you still want

refusing to show

the small decoration on the red string. In reality, it was a chip used to communicate with her bodyguards. However, no matter

recklessness. She thought that growing up in a family like the Hamertons had exposed her to enough of the world, enough to handle herself in a place like Flinge. She forgot that no matter how much of the world she

looked at her lowered eyes, his

I want to leave this place." After a long silence, Persephone