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 man’s

wait any longer and pounced on

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

girl, dizzy from crying, heard the sound of a throat being cut, followed by the heavy thud of a body hitting the ground. A faint smell of blood filled

realising afterwards that the weight

about her age in the room, wiping a

1/3

85%

The

blood grew

wiping the knife clean, Isabelle looked towards the girl

raised her hand and brought down the knife, cutting

tremblingly pulled the tape from her mouth, about to cry out, but the other girl’s

mouth with her hand, looking at her with wide,

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

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

about how to handle

bearded driver had said and made up her mind.

tossing the backpack aside, Isabelle lay on

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

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

the body of the black man

couldn’t sleep at all. She stared wide–eyed at Isabelle, who was already asleep, afraid that this lifeline

The next day.

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

that, she left.

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