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    Despite her fear, Alfy maintained a semnce of calm and observed the driver who had abducted her.


    This man, clearly familiar with the surroundings, walked up to a group after dropping off Alfy. shing a ttering grin, he boasted to someone named Levi ke. “Take a good look at this one. She’s exceptional. Maybe it’s time we upped the price?”


    It was apparent that Levi held the reins of authority within the group. His gaze, initially indifferent, sharpened noticeably as itnded on Alfy. Perking up, he approached her, his fingers cruelly pinching her cheek as he scrutinized her features and physique.


    Fortunately, the quality of the human skin mask she had bought was good, and her makeup skills were decent, so he didn’t notice anything amiss.


    Levi expressed his approval. “This one’s exceptional. I’ll tack on an extra fifty thousand for her.”


    Hearing of the additional sum, the driver’s grin stretched wider, and he repeatedly expressed his gratitude to Levi. “Thank you, Levi.”


    The tant reality of their human trafficking operation struck Alfy hard. The mention of “an extra fifty thousand” indicated that her value was climbing above that threshold.


    In a desperate bid for freedom, Alfy attempted to wrestle free from Levi’s iron grip, but his formidable strength hindered her efforts. Levi, angered by the action, raised his hand and struck Alfy sharply across the face.


    The p caused Alfy’s face to swell up almost immediately. Thanks to her disguise, no immediate marks or redness surfaced, only the visible puffiness.


    Levi, puzzled momentarily by herck of typical bruising, dismissed it as a variance in individual physical responses.


    He harshly warned her, “Keep in line, or it’ll be more than just your face that’s hurting!”


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    By this time, the transaction had concluded between the driver and Levi’s associates.


    With money in hand, the driver wore a broad smile. He then offered Alfy a sinister piece of advice, “Stay quiet, and the beatings will be fewer.”


    Afterward, the driver walked off, a smile spreading across his face. He appearedpletely carefree, as though he hadn’t justmitted a terrible crime, but had merelypleted a routine business transaction. It was obvious that this driver had done this many times before.


    Alfy stopped fighting. She realized that she was already in this situation, and any further resistance would be pointless. She stared at the receding figure of the driver, feeling the weight of helplessness settle over her.


    Alfy had set out to visit Katelyn’s grave, not expecting such turmoil. Her preparation had been minimal, evident from theck of essentials in her backpack.


    As those thugs rummaged through Alfy’s belongings, they found nothing of value.


    Approaching Alfy, one thug delivered a harsh blow to her leg, scoffing, “You’re disappointingly broke.” They had intended to rob any money Alfy carried.


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