The girl was pinned by her arms, her screams so piercing they were suffocating. Anyone thrown out from here would meet an even more miserable end.


    However, no one dared to question Mr. Vesper''s decision.


    Gina asked, "Mr. Vesper, now that we have so many new arrivals, how should we arrange them?"


    Mr. Vesper''s eyes glinted, the pupils behind his mask deep and sinister.


    "In three days, it''s the anniversary carnival. These women look decent enough, so let''s schedule it for that day."


    Gina''s eyes lit up. "I understand. I''ll get right on it."


    Mr. Vesper said nothing more and rose to leave the suite.


    The remaining girls were still in a state of shock, unable to process what had just happened.


    They had all just had a brush with death, nearly sharing the same fate as the girl who had been thrown out.


    Abigail was also filled with lingering fear. Thank goodness Aurora had warned her at the critical moment, otherwise...


    "Aurora." Abigail was about to say something but noticed Aurora staring at the door,


    a thoughtful expression on her face. "What''s wrong? Is there a problem?"


    Aurora shook her head. "I just have a weird feeling about that man..."


    "That man?" Abigail whispered. "You mean Mr. Vesper?"


    Aurora turned to her. "You know him?"


    "Yeah," Abigail continued in a low voice. "I heard my father mention things about the Delta before... Anyway, he''s a big deal here."


    Aurora thought about the man''s gaze on her. It had onlysted a second, but she had caught it.


    "Have you ever seen him?"


    "Never. I''ve only heard he''s called Mr. Vesper Abigail clearly knew a fair amount: She continued, "I heard no one has ever seen his face, but that makes sense. Doing this kind of business in a ce like this doubt many would dare to show their real faces, right?"


    Aurora nodded, her gaze thoughtfully fixed on the direction Mr. Vesper had gone.


    Upstairs from the suite, the masked man stood by a window.


    The moonlight cascaded over his tall, handsome frame, casting an eerie glow on the bronze mask.


    His assistant waited respectfully behind him. "Mr. Vesper, how should we handle this batch of women?"


    The man''s deep voice came from behind the mask.


    "One by one, they keep sending their enemies my way. They really think this ce is a dumping ground.


    Sending over the Havenport mayor''s daughter was one thing, but now they''ve dropped this hot potato on me."


    The Delta was famous for its chaos,


    So


    people would kidnap the


    Chheir enemies and bring


    them here to be dealt with


    Of course, the victims weren''t just women; there were men as well, though they


    were transported separately.


    The assistant also felt a headacheing on thinking about the people sent here.


    While the Delta was chaotic, they ran a legitimate business.


    But ever since some rich brat from a powerful family was dumped here, things had changed. Mr. Vesper, not wanting his territory,* the kid to dirty had disposed of him quietly. After that, the sons and daughters of various powerful families started getting dropped on their doorstep to be "handled."


    It was only because they had some power here that they could handle wave after wave of other people''s enemies.


    "Mr. Vesper, besides the girl you just threw out, there are still over a dozen people. What should we do with them?"


    Mr. Vesper said lightly, "Whether they escape or get bought, they absolutely cannot stay here."