Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 229 The Human Auction

The girl on stage had her hands and feet bound, her mouth taped shut, tears streaming down her face in fear. Despite her distress, she still looked quite delicate, with tears that made her eyes misty.

She was completely different from Ruemania women.

This would further arouse their sexual desire.

The bearded driver had emphasized this to Isabelle.

So Ardon women were an absolutely rare presence here.

It was clear why those people showed such greedy and excited expressions when they saw Isabelle.

Even women of average appearance being auctioned on stage were fetching sky–high prices, let alone someone beautiful.

Isabelle concealed herself with her backpack in the shadows of a corner on the second floor, quietly observing the absurd auction below.

The Warners were involved in such despicable dealings.

Suddenly, a familiar figure passed below the stage, accompanied by several subordinates, heading towards the exit.

Isabelle’s gaze followed that figure, though she couldn’t see the side of their face clearly from a distance. However, the red totem tattoo on their neck was quite prominent.

Soon, the girl was taken away by someone.

The sky grew darker.

A black man took the girl away. Her hands and feet were bound, and she was thrown roughly onto a bed at his residence.

The girl struggled to sit up, kneeling on the bed. With her mouth taped shut, she couldn’t speak, only whimpering in an attempt to plead with the man.

the more the black man’s

pounced on the girl

eyes blurred her vision, her clothes torn, her heart filled with despair.

being cut, followed by the

realising afterwards that the weight on her was gone.

room, wiping a short knife with a piece of

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smell of blood

the girl

raised her hand and brought down the knife, cutting the ropes that bound the girl.

about to cry out, but the other girl’s voice was ice- cold as she said. “Be

girl quickly covered her mouth with her hand, looking at her with wide, frightened eyes.

corner of the wooden window, glanced at the black man’s subordinates below, and

brought here. I’m also Cheshian. The girl suppressed

thinking about how to handle the

bearded driver had said

the short knife and casually tossing the backpack aside, Isabelle lay on the bed. “Let’s sleep first. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

challenging to find a place to sleep here. They didn’t accommodate outsiders, and buying a place

gripped by fear, curled up in a ball in the corner of the bed, eyeing

on the floor, the body of the black man lay there.

all. She stared wide–eyed at Isabelle, who was already asleep, afraid

The next day.

to care for the black man’s subordinates. Afterward, she returned upstairs and gave the girl some

she

already spread. Many people saw it yesterday evening, and the Warners are