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

pounced on

struggling to breathe. Her tear–filled eyes blurred her vision, her clothes torn, her

cut, followed by the heavy thud of a body hitting the ground.

realising afterwards

wiping a short knife with a

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blood

towards the girl

the knife, cutting

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

covered her mouth with her hand, looking at her with

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

I was kidnapped and brought here. I’m also Cheshian. The girl suppressed her crying, pleading with

thinking about how to

the bearded driver had said and made

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 to

girl, still gripped by fear, curled up in a ball in the corner of the bed, eyeing Isabelle, who was lying on the bed.

the body of the black man lay there.

was already asleep, afraid that this lifeline might disappear if she blinked.

The next day.

man’s subordinates. Afterward, she returned

she left.

the Warners had already spread. Many people saw it yesterday evening, and the Warners are now searching intensively through the night. Isabelle went out to familiarize herself with the terrain and gather