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

pounced on the girl

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

from crying, heard the sound of a throat being cut, followed by the heavy thud of a body hitting

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

saw another girl about her age in the room, wiping a short knife with

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The Human

of blood

the girl on the

the knife, cutting

mouth, about to cry out, but the other girl’s

covered her mouth with her hand, looking at her with

glanced at

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

at her, thinking about

what the bearded driver had said and made up her mind.

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

to sleep here. They didn’t accommodate outsiders, and buying

still gripped by fear, curled up in a ball in the corner of the bed, eyeing Isabelle,

body of the black man lay there.

at Isabelle, who was already asleep,

The next day.

subordinates. Afterward, she returned upstairs and gave the girl some food. “Stay here,” she

that, she

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