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 girl cried, the more

longer and pounced on

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

cut, followed by the heavy thud of

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

the room, wiping a short knife with

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blood grew stronger.

wiping the knife clean, Isabelle looked towards the girl

knife, cutting the ropes that

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

quickly covered her mouth with her hand, looking at her

a corner of the wooden window, glanced at

brought here. I’m also Cheshian. The girl suppressed her crying, pleading with Isabelle for

about how to

driver had

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

They didn’t accommodate outsiders,

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

the body of

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

The next day.

she returned upstairs and

she left.

saw it yesterday evening, and the Warners are now searching intensively through the night. Isabelle went