?Chapter 1683:


    These children—living, breathing souls—were being auctioned like objects. What terrible fate awaited these innocents after purchase? Alfy knew the answer with sickening rity.


    Fury zed through her veins, threatening to break through her carefully constructed mask of submission. These demons!


    Suddenly, Alfy saw a familiar silhouette, and her eyes widened. Without thinking, she moved toward it.


    But she had only taken a small step before the woman who had brought her here grabbed her wrist and whispered, “You better behave, or you’re in trouble!”


    Alfy turned to look at the woman, and when she looked back for the familiar figure, it was gone. Her heart began to race.


    Could the man be her uncle? That silhouette had looked just like his. But when she searched the crowd more carefully, she couldn’t see any sign of him. Maybe she had been missing him so much that she was imagining things?


    In that moment, Alfy’s heart sank. She desperately wished to see her uncle at this ce so he could rescue her from this nightmare. Her eyes, which had brightened momentarily, quickly became dull again. She had no choice but to behave.


    The woman sighed in relief. If the higher-ups saw that the person she had brought here was so disobedient, she would probably get punished. Fortunately, Alfy didn’t cause any more trouble.


    Seated among the crowd, Alfy felt deeply ufortable with the way the men around her were staring at her. She needed to find a way to escape for a while. But with the woman constantly watching her, she wouldn’t be able to slip away.


    Meanwhile, on the upper floor, Bernie frowned deeply, his eyes cold. He asked in a low voice, “Still no sign of her?”


    His subordinate answered immediately, “Not yet.” His voice was quiet for fear of Bernie’s anger.


    Bernie’s face darkened considerably. He squeezed the ss in his hand, looking at the crowd below with a cold stare, his worry intensifying.


    He didn’t know if he was imagining things, but he had a strong feeling that Alfy was here, though this couldn’t possibly be the right ce for her. He must be seeing things. It couldn’t be so.


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    Bernie drank the red wine in his hand in one gulp, his cold gaze sweeping over everyone below.


    Just as Alfy was still thinking of how to escape, arge cruise ship arrived at the ind’s dock, and someone stepped out—Vincent, followed by a tall, elegant man.


    As soon as the two disembarked, security staff approached them for inspection. The entire security check was extremely thorough, as if the staff were afraid of missing even the smallest detail. Not only were firearms banned, but sharp objects were also prohibited.


    Once the security check for Vincent and hispanion was finished, someone guided them forward. “Distinguished guests, please follow me.”


    The elegant man following Vincent kept a respectful distance, neither too close nor too far. He appeared to be Vincent’s attendant, but he carried himself with the air of wealth, clearly showing he was a young heir of high status.


    Moreover, anyone who could apany Vincent couldn’t be an ordinary person.


    Vincent remained expressionless, looking cold and distant. The man behind him quietly said, “Slow down, I can’t keep up.”


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