The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 92

Chapter 92 The Price of a Life

“Who is that?” Sierra asked, her gaze fixed on the man inside the cage.

The longer she looked at him, the more he reminded her of herself. She, too, had been trapped in a cage for three years–on the brink of death more times than she could count, enduring endless torment.

“Obviously, someone who needs money,” Kason replied casually, sipping his drink. “For one round, he walks away with 30,000 dollars. Plenty of people sign up for it.”

Sierra listened in silence, an uneasy weight settling in her chest.

Kason made it sound like these people were the lucky ones. They didn’t have to risk their lives and still got 30,000 dollars. A few dog bites wouldn’t kill them–at worst, they’d lose a little flesh.

How ridiculous.

“And what about the ones who don’t make it out?” Sierra glanced at Kason. “How much for a fight to the death?”

Kason didn’t seem to notice the shift in her tone. He thought for a moment before answering. “At most, around 150,000 dollars. It depends on the type of fight.. and how it plays out.”

Sierra let out a soft laugh, but there was no amusement in her eyes. “And if you take someone straight from prison? That’s even cheaper, right?”

Kason’s expression changed slightly as he shot her a quick glance. “Why are you asking about that all of a sudden?”

As far as he knew, Sierra had never been involved in anything like this. He had only recently learned of her existence- otherwise, he would have gotten his hands on her long ago.

Xander family likely had pulled some strings to keep her out of trouble. She was still their daughter, after all. Even

into a faint smirk. “Is that some kind of secret? Don’t forget, I spent time in

then nodded. “Fair enough. You’re sharp. Yeah, getting someone from prison is dirt cheap–sometimes less than

Sierra murmured, her voice dripping

was worth less than 15,000

Daphne had lost her life over just 15,000

inside was covered in wounds, still running for his life. From somewhere

were all

couldn’t stop herself–she shot to her

at her, surprised by

about to speak when, suddenly, something outside

the event had

irritated. He immediately made a call, listening impatiently as the

out. A wave of relief washed over her. She had nearly lost control for a moment–but

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happened?” she asked,

idiot called the

at ease. Someone had put a stop

they left, she cast one last glance at the cage, her eyes

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off. Seeing Sierra still looking outside, he said casually, “If you liked it, I’ll bring you back next