Chapter 573
Chapter 573:
Envy consumed Wendy as she recalled how Wyatt had attentively cared for Amelia at the restaurant earlier that day.
At that time, she had been so fixated on Wyatt that she had overlooked Amelia’s appearance entirely.
Now, as she saw Amelia’s striking beauty, a surge of jealousy overwhelmed her.
“I can’t stand women who are more beautiful than me,” Wendy hissed under her breath, slipping a small blade from her pocket.
Clutching the knife tightly, she crept toward Amelia, her eyes locked on her flawless face.
D𝗼𝘸𝗻𝗹𝗈a𝘥𝖺𝗯𝘭e 𝖯𝘋𝖥𝘀 o𝗻.с𝗼𝗆
Wendy was no stranger to such deeds, having honed her skill in disfiguring women she deemed more attractive than herself.
But just as she raised the blade to strike, Vincent seized her wrist to stop her.
“Don’t do it,” he said.
Wendy glared at him, irritation flaring.
“Why? Don’t tell me you’ve taken a liking to her p>
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Vincent snapped, his voice low as he met her suspicious stare.
“Even average-looking women can be sold for a decent price, and with a face like hers? She’s worth a fortune p>
“You’re awake?” murmured Dawn Hudson, a woman kidnapped and held captive by the Russell family in Simgan.
Amelia’s eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy. She almost thought she was still in a dream.
But the sound of muffled sobs and the warmth of an unfamiliar hand in hers snapped her back to reality.
Dawn helped her sit up and asked,
“How did you end up here? Were you traveling in Simgan too p>
Amelia didn’t respond immediately, pressing her fingers hard against her throbbing temples.
As the haze in her head cleared, she scanned her surroundings.
A dim bulb overhead revealed a grim basement, sealed off except for a heavy iron door, with no windows in sight.
In the cramped space, besides Dawn and her, there were six other young girls.
Two of them, who looked like university students, clung to each other, their faces streaked with tears.
“I was just resting in my hotel room earlier,” Amelia said.
Dawn’s eyes widened at that.
Seeing Amelia’s composure, she leaned closer and asked,
“Aren’t you afraid p>
“Fear won’t change anything,” Amelia replied evenly.
Suddenly, footsteps clattered near the iron door.
It soon swung open, and four men stormed in, seizing the two sobbing college girls.
Their cries grew frantic.
“Please, let us go! I can pay you!” one begged.
“Quiet, or I’ll silence you for good!” one of the men barked.
Terrified, the girls bit their lips, stifling their sobs.
As they were dragged away, their desperate eyes pleaded with Amelia and the others.
Amelia’s fists clenched, but she stayed silent, aware of her own powerlessness.
Once the door slammed shut and locked, Amelia turned to Dawn.
“When were you taken, and do you know where they are taking those girls p>
Dawn shook her head.
At that moment, a young woman huddled in the corner said,
“They are going to sell those girls to remote villages in the mountains p>
Amelia’s face drained of color.
She had heard tales of women trafficked to isolated regions—stories of young girls and students ripped from their lives.
Never had she imagined she would be one of them.
All she could do now was pray for daylight to come quickly, hoping Wyatt or Shepard would notice her absence by morning.
“Quit struggling; those ropes won’t budge,” Wendy taunted.
Wyatt’s gaze shifted to the sofa beside the bed where Wendy lounged.
Her face sparked a cold fury in his eyes, though he quickly masked it.
“What do you want?” Wyatt inquired.
Despite his wrists and ankles being tightly bound, he appeared calm.
At his words, Wendy leaned forward and settled on the edge of the bed.
Seeing Wyatt awake gave her a different feeling.
Unable to resist, she reached to graze his cheek, but he tilted his head aside, evading her touch.
Her hand hung suspended in the air.
She lifted it again, poised to strike him, yet his icy gaze made her stop.
“If you care about that woman you’re with, I would suggest you comply,” Wendy said.
Wyatt’s expression finally changed at her words.
When she extended her hand once more, Wyatt didn’t dodge.
Instead, he offered a faint smirk.
“I am tied up. You can’t fully enjoy yourself like this, right p>