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

longer and pounced on the

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

the sound of a throat being cut, followed by the heavy thud of a

froze in place, only realising afterwards that the

age in the room, wiping a short knife with a piece of

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of blood grew stronger.

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

her hand and brought down the knife, cutting the ropes

girl tremblingly pulled the tape from her mouth, about to cry out, but the other girl’s voice was ice- cold

with her hand, looking at her with

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

me… I was kidnapped and brought here. I’m also Cheshian. The girl suppressed her crying, pleading with Isabelle for help.

thinking about how to handle the situation.

had said and made

aside, Isabelle lay on the

They didn’t accommodate outsiders, and buying a place to stay was tough even

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

the floor, the body of the black man lay

stared wide–eyed at Isabelle, who was already asleep, afraid

The next day.

Afterward, she returned upstairs and gave the

she left.

people saw it yesterday evening, and the Warners are now searching intensively