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 bestial instincts were

pounced on the

blurred her vision, her clothes torn, her

followed by the heavy thud of a

realising afterwards that the weight on her

turned her head and saw another girl about her age in the room, wiping a short knife with a piece of fabric torn from the black man’s

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girl on the bed and walked over to

down the knife, cutting the ropes that

her mouth, about to cry out, but

covered her mouth with her hand,

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

also Cheshian.

looked at her, thinking about how to

the bearded driver had

backpack aside, Isabelle lay on the bed. “Let’s sleep first. We’ll talk about it

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

curled up in a ball in the corner of the bed,

on the floor, the body of the black

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

The next day.

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

that, she left.

the Warners had already spread. Many people saw it yesterday evening, and the Warners are now searching intensively