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 girl cried, the more the black man’s bestial instincts

couldn’t wait any longer and pounced

was pinned down, struggling to breathe. Her tear–filled eyes blurred her

the weight on her lifted. The girl, dizzy from crying, heard the sound of a throat being cut, followed by

realising afterwards that the weight on her was

turned her head and saw another girl about her age in the room, wiping

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blood grew stronger.

knife clean, Isabelle looked towards the girl on the bed and walked over to

raised her hand and brought down the knife, cutting the

out, but the other girl’s voice was ice- cold as she said.

girl quickly covered her mouth with her hand, looking

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

I’m also Cheshian. The girl suppressed her crying,

her, thinking about how to

what the bearded driver had said

aside, Isabelle lay on the bed.

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

girl, still gripped by fear, curled up in a ball in the corner of the

of the black man lay

wide–eyed at Isabelle, who was already asleep, afraid that this lifeline might disappear if she blinked.

The next day.

went downstairs to care for the black man’s subordinates. Afterward, she returned upstairs

she

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