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

wait any longer and pounced on the girl

eyes blurred her vision,

sound of a throat being cut, followed by the

in place, only realising afterwards that the

girl about her age in the room, wiping

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blood grew

wiping the knife clean, Isabelle looked towards the girl

knife, cutting the ropes that

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

her hand, looking at her with wide,

pushed open a corner of the wooden window, glanced at the black man’s subordinates below, and then returned to the room.

help me… I was kidnapped and brought here. I’m also Cheshian. The girl suppressed her

thinking about

what the bearded driver had said and made

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

sleep here. They didn’t accommodate outsiders,

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

on the floor, the body of the black man

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

The next day.

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

she

evening, and the Warners are now searching intensively through the night. Isabelle went out to familiarize herself with the