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

longer and pounced on the girl

tear–filled eyes blurred her vision, her clothes torn,

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

only realising afterwards that the weight on

and saw another girl about her age in the room, wiping a short knife with a piece of fabric torn from the

1/3

85%

The

of blood

clean, Isabelle looked towards the girl on the

and brought down the knife, cutting the ropes that

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

her hand, looking at her

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

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

her, thinking about

the bearded driver had said and

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

didn’t accommodate outsiders, and buying a place to stay was

up in a ball in the corner

body of the black man lay there.

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

The next day.

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

that, she left.

yesterday evening, and the Warners are now searching