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 instincts

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

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

cut, followed by the heavy thud of a

girl froze in place, only realising afterwards that the weight

room, wiping a short knife with a piece of fabric torn from the black

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85%

The

of blood grew stronger.

Isabelle looked towards the girl on the bed and

down the knife, cutting the ropes that bound the

mouth, about to cry out, but the other

her mouth with her hand, looking at her with wide, frightened

the wooden window, glanced at

brought here. I’m also Cheshian. The girl

looked at her, thinking about how

driver had said and made up her mind.

away the short knife and casually tossing the backpack aside, Isabelle lay on

here. They didn’t accommodate outsiders, and buying

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

of the

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

The next day.

care for the black man’s subordinates. Afterward, she returned upstairs and gave the girl some food. “Stay here,” she

she left.

yesterday evening, and the Warners are now searching intensively