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.

cried, the more the black

couldn’t wait any longer and pounced on the

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

of a throat being cut, followed by the heavy thud of a body hitting the ground. A faint smell of

in place, only realising afterwards that the weight on her was

room, wiping a short knife with

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smell of blood grew stronger.

Isabelle looked towards the girl on the bed and

down the knife, cutting the ropes that bound the girl.

tape from her mouth, about to cry out, but the other girl’s voice was ice- cold as she said.

hand, looking at her

wooden window, glanced at the black man’s subordinates below, and then returned

I was kidnapped and brought here. I’m also Cheshian.

thinking about how to

driver had said and made up her mind.

knife and casually tossing the backpack aside, Isabelle lay on the bed. “Let’s sleep first. We’ll

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

a ball in the corner of the bed, eyeing Isabelle, who

floor, the body of

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

The next day.

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

she

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