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.

girl cried, the more the black man’s bestial instincts were

couldn’t wait any longer and pounced on the girl on

blurred her

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

only realising afterwards that the weight on her was gone.

wiping a short knife with a piece

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of blood grew stronger.

clean, Isabelle looked towards the girl on the bed and walked over

the knife,

but the other girl’s

with her hand, looking at her

walked to the window, pushed open a corner of the wooden window, glanced at

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

her, thinking about

the bearded driver had said and made

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

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

a startled bird, the girl, still gripped by fear, curled up in a ball in

the floor, the body of the

who was already asleep, afraid that this lifeline might disappear if she blinked.

The next day.

she returned upstairs

that, she left.

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