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While girls from ordinary backgrounds might not recognize the true value of such opulence, Alfy had spent enough time among the elite to estimate their worth with practiced precision. Every piece was extraordinarily valuable—some truly beyond price. There were treasures disyed that Alfy had never even glimpsed in her own privileged home.
Where were they? The owner of this estate must have invested immense resources to construct such a dwelling. The cost would be beyondprehension for most people.
The other women and children gaped at thevish decorations, their whispers carrying through the silence. “Where is this ce? It looks like an actual pce. The owner must be unbelievably wealthy.”
“Yeah, I’ve only seen this kind of luxury on television. I heard ces like this are worth hundreds of millions.”
“Do you think we’ve been brought here to live in luxury?”
After all, none of them had ever witnessed such splendor. To call such a ce home would fulfill their wildest fantasies.
However… Alfy alone remained deeply troubled, her instincts screaming caution. Something about this ce felt profoundly wrong. She had visited every noble household in Yata, and even the royal pce didn’t boast such extravagant disy of wealth.
The owner of this estate must wield tremendous power and influence. But they had been kidnapped and brought here against their will. Clearly, they weren’t destined to enjoy this luxury. Something sinister lurked beneath the glittering surface.
While Alfy’s mind raced with dark possibilities, the sound of the heavy door being pushed open silenced her thoughts. A group of elegantly dressed women glided into the room, trailing expensive perfume behind them. Each carried an armful of fine clothing.
The woman at the front spoke with clear authority. “Make sure they are cleaned up.”
The woman’s eyes radiated disdain, treating those women and children less like humans and more like beasts, eroding their self-respect.
Alfy felt profoundly uneasy from the woman’s tone, but her dangerous situation forced her to tread lightly. She couldn’t afford to challenge the women openly, choosing instead to observe and bide her time.
Initially fraught with anxiety, Alfy’s nerves had since steadied considerably. She knew that understanding her predicament was key to devising a n to contact her uncle and friends for help.
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Though raised in the sheltered luxury of Bernie’s home, Alfy possessed an uncharacteristicposure in crises, a trait that served her well now. Keeping calm was her only advantage.
Before long, they were all cleaned up, and their wounds had been carefully treated with some sort of ointment. The medicine appeared to be powerful. As soon as it was applied to the wounds, they seemed to begin healing instantly, though the pain remained unchanged.
Alfy carefully touched the wound on her leg, which appeared to be superficially healed. But the stinging sensation lingered, still sharp and present. This suggested that the medicine hadn’t fully healed her injuries; it had merely improved the appearance of her skin.
After their makeshift treatment, the women distributing clothes snapped, “Dress in these quickly. You have fifteen minutes, then we move out.”
Alfy examined the garments handed to her—a pair of ck stockings and an extremely short miniskirt. Such attire was foreign to her, its mere sight invoking a sense of humiliation.
The lead woman caught Alfy’s mortified reaction and sharply warned, “Dress quickly if you want to avoid trouble. Trust me, you don’t want to test my patience.”
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