<h4>Chapter 934: Chapter 934: That Move Was Truly Ingenious</h4>


    Scarlett Yates raised her head, still a bit groggy, and looked around.


    This time, her luck wasn’t as good.


    Thest ce she was taken to, at least, was a clean little building, and they didn’t tie her hands and feet.


    After surveying the tattered room, she concluded she was probably brought to some abandoned dangerous building.


    The air was suffused with the choking smell of dust.


    An ordinary incandescent bulb dangled above her, casting dim, yellowish light, with deathly silence and a dpidated small house that effectively set a horror movie-like atmosphere.


    Scarlett Yates was tied up tightly on a wooden chair.


    She felt like amb awaiting ughter, but the butcher was nowhere to be found, leaving her alone here.


    Creak.


    The wooden door swayed twice, then opened.


    Scarlett slowly lifted her head, and when that hateful face met her eyes again, her gaze grew cold, and a mocking smile yed on her lips: "Uncle Thompson, how do you n to deal with me this time?"


    Yes, the person who drugged her and brought her here was Uncle Thompson.


    He and May Denton had sold her once, and since she was lucky enough to be rescued by Henry Dales, he came all the way to Fort City to find her.


    Will he not rest until he pushes her into the pit of fire himself?


    "Miss Yates, we meet again."


    In the face of her sarcasm and cold stare, Uncle Thompson’s expression didn’t change; he smiled lightly at her and slowly walked toward her.


    He lowered his head, looked at Scarlett Yates, and smiled again, his voice gentle: "Miss Yates, there’s no need to be afraid. This time, I won’t hurt you anymore."


    "Oh? Are you sure?" As he said this, Scarlett nced down at the ropes binding her and her smile turned even more sarcastic.


    When she first woke up, she didn’t feel it, but now as her limbs gradually regained sensation, she felt the soreness and pain where she was bound, which was extremely ufortable.


    No need to look, she knew there must be red marks on her body from the ropes.


    He treats her like this, yet dares to say he won’t hurt her anymore?


    It seemed Uncle Thompson could see what she was thinking and exined warmly: "There was no other way, I didn’t want to bind you either, but just in case, I had to."


    His tone was very casual, as if he were exining why a dish was missing from a meal.


    Seeing him now filled Scarlett Yates with uncontroble disgust. After a coldugh, she turned her head to the side, showing undisguised disdain.


    Uncle Thompson didn’t mind at all, even facing Scarlett Yates’ cold demeanor, he still smiled and said, "Miss Yates, I know you like the Young Master a lot and want to marry him, so do you want to know how important you are to him?"


    Scarlett Yates suddenly turned her head: "What do you mean?"


    Uncle Thompson took out his phone, dialed a number, and while waiting for the call to connect, he squinted slightly, his eyes suddenly turning a bit cold: "It seems you don’t know about that matter yet, but soon you will know why I brought you here."


    As soon as he finished speaking, the call connected.


    Uncle Thompson slowly picked up the phone and greeted, saying "Young Master" once.


    Scarlett Yates’ heart suddenly trembled.


    Uncle Thompson was calling Maxwell Saxon.


    What was he up to, nning to use her to threaten Matthew Saxon?


    "Young Master, I really didn’t expect that you could fool us all, truly brilliant, admirable!"