CHAPTER 116: CHAPTER 116: STELLA GRANT IS DRUGGED AND KNOCKED OUT

His cold gaze fell on her captured hand, his tone carrying an undisguised threat.

"Such beautiful hands, don’t want them anymore?"

Stella Grant felt a tingling sensation on her scalp, but she tried to force a smile on her face, "I was just joking, trying to liven up the atmosphere."

"I also want to make a joke with Miss NOVA." His deep voice sounded in her ear, with a hint of mockery.

"Now you have two choices. One, keep these hands, or two, please me."

Please him?

Stella’s mind buzzed, why did that word sound so perverse?

"Have you thought it through, Miss NOVA?"

His voice was devoid of any emotion, yet it made her feel an invisible pressure.

"I... I please you?" Her voice was slightly dry, "How to please?"

He didn’t speak, but his other hand suddenly wrapped around her slender waist. The palm, radiating a scorching heat through the thin fabric, made her skin tremble.

He leaned down slightly, his sensual lips nearly brushing against her hair, warm breath sprinkling on her earlobe.

Her body involuntarily shuddered, and in a flash, she gathered strength and pushed him away.

"Mr. West, we can make a deal now!" She took a deep breath, raising a confident smile on her face.

With a flick of her fingers in front of her, a mini bluish pill appeared between her fingers.

Under the light, the pill emitted a strange glow.

"What kind of deal?" He raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by her actions.

"You’re already poisoned," Stella’s words were shocking, "This is the Universal Antidote Pill, it could save your life."

She shook the blue little pill in her hand.

"If you give me the badge, I’ll give you the antidote. Of course, if Mr. West wants it all to end, I don’t mind either."

"After all, Mr. West’s life is much more precious than mine, right?"

Her tone carried a determined resignation.

"I’ve only heard that God N can save the world, never heard that he would kill." He smirked, as if watching a joke.

But Stella was unfazed, her presence imposing, "Ability is a double-edged sword, just like Mr. West, capable of preserving peace and easily taking lives."

Mr. West stared at her, his gaze complex and unreadable, this woman really had something. He was silent for a few seconds, the air filled with tension.

Suddenly, he laughed, the laughter deep and playful, making Stella uncertain.

His slender fingers pinched the golden badge, tossing it toward her casually.

A streak of golden light flashed by.

Stella caught the badge swiftly, holding it tightly in her palm.

She dared not relax for a moment, quickly placing the blue pill on the table beside her.

"Thank you, Mr. West." She said, not daring to linger, turned around, and fled!

Watching her nearly flee in haste, Mr. West’s gaze fell on the blue pill on the table.

He picked it up, gently rolling it between his fingers, and a meaningful smile curled on his lips once more.

This woman had a quite tenacious vitality, it seemed she had a way to protect herself.

He indeed began to see her in a new light!

...

As night descended, the arena echoed with human voices, the heat almost setting the air ablaze.

On the ground, dark red bloodstains crisscrossed, telling of the brutality just ended.

The last warrior, covered in blood, had finally slaughtered the giant wolf, standing on the high platform, sweat rolling down as he received the thunderous cheers from the crowd.

Suddenly, the ground in the center of the field cracked open, and a massive iron cage slowly rose.

In the center of the cage, Vivi Sterling huddled, her hands tightly bound with coarse rope, her mouth painfully gagged with a cloth strip.

She was the trophy for tonight’s victor.

Despair engulfed her like a tide, she struggled vainly, the cloth digging deeply into her flesh. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man on the high platform.

He wore a half-silver mask, the exposed line of his jaw cold and hard, Number Seventeen? Was it him?

Vivi grasped at this last straw of hope, waving frantically to him, letting out muffled cries, making a few pleading gestures.

However, the man only glanced at her indifferently, then stood up and walked away without looking back.

Behind him followed seven or eight black-clad bodyguards, their steps steady and imposing, clearly indicating their prominent status.

Vivi’s heart sank little by little.

Soon, Vivi was dragged out of the cage by two burly maids and sent to a grand and luxurious room.

The door slammed shut with a "bang."

The strong warrior who had won in the arena entered, bare-chested, his eyes greedy like a wolf’s.

"Little beauty." His voice was coarse, and the warrior eagerly pounced, roughly tearing at her clothing.

The tearing of fabric was a piercing sound.

Just as she thought the humiliation was about to descend, the door was suddenly violently kicked open.

A short man walked in, expressionless, casually throwing a heavy money bag on the floor with a dull thud.

"This woman, Mr. Zimmerman has bought her!" The short man’s voice was sharp and emotionless.

The moment the strong warrior heard the word "Mr. Zimmerman," the lewdness on his face disappeared entirely, replaced with profound dread.

He didn’t even dare to look at Vivi again, picking up the money bag from the ground, retreating embarrassingly.

Vivi had not yet recovered from the fright when the short man hoisted her up and took her to another unknown place.

...

In the dead of night, no one should underestimate the terror of Mardale, especially a newcomer.

Because, you might be kidnapped while you’re asleep.

At this moment, Stella Grant returned to her small room.

She took a quick shower, put on a bathrobe, and threw herself onto the bed.

Her slender fingers unconsciously twirled the golden badge, the cold touch slightly calming her chaotic thoughts.

Mr. West...

In her mind, the image of the masked man appeared.

Friend or foe, it’s unknown for now, but her sixth sense told her that this man seemed intent on getting close to her!

Suddenly, a strange scent wafted gently into her nostrils.

Sickly sweet, slightly intoxicating.

Stella Grant’s eyelids grew heavier, her mind went fuzzy, she wanted to struggle, to shout, but her body felt leaden.

Gradually, she drifted into sleep.

Her hand loosened, and the golden badge clinked to the floor, making a soft sound.

The door opened silently.

A tall, burly man stepped in, his footsteps light, mismatch for his build.

He walked to the bed, and using the faint moonlight from the window, looked at the beautiful face on the bed, grinning with satisfaction, revealing a greasy large gold tooth.

Tsk, this chick is really something!

He felt an itch in his heart, but managed to suppress any lewd thoughts.

After all, an intact woman is more valuable.

He chuckled slyly, roughly wrapped Stella Grant tightly from head to toe in the quilt, swung her onto his shoulder, and carried her out.

As for the unlucky man in the other room traveling with her, he had long been knocked out by the Seductive Fragrance, sleeping like a dead pig.

Indeed, this small hotel was a black inn. Stella originally intended to stay at a hotel owned by The Fordham Group, but was told she was on a blacklist and couldn’t stay. So, she ended up here.

The hotel owner had long colluded with the local thugs, specializing in such dirty business of trafficking women from out of town.

Just as the man carrying Stella Grant left the hotel entrance, suddenly, "shua," a blinding headlight shone rapidly from the front.

So bright he couldn’t open his eyes.

Instinctively, he shielded his eyes with his hand.

"Damn, who’s that?" he cursed, annoyed.

When he finally managed to squint and saw clearly ahead, his whole body went numb.

The golden mask glistened coldly under the car light.

Behind the mask, the man’s figure was imposing, exuding an undeniable oppressive aura.

And the four top experts behind him, each with eyes sharp as knives.

It’s... it’s Mr. West!

The man was so frightened his legs cramped on the spot, he fell to his knees with a thud.

The "cargo" on his shoulder almost slipped off; he frantically adjusted his hold, his hands shaking like a sieve.

He was done for, caught right on the spot.

"Don’t let go! If she falls to the ground, I’ll turn you into mincemeat!"

Mr. West’s icy voice rang out, devoid of any warmth.

Just one simple sentence, yet it made the man feel like the woman on his shoulder weighed a thousand pounds.

He dared not move a muscle, cold sweat trickling down his forehead, stinging painfully as it dripped into his eyes.

Mr. West took long strides, slowly walking over.

He personally took the person wrapped in the quilt from the man’s trembling hands.

His movements were steady and gentle.

He gently uncovered a corner of the quilt, revealing her small face.

Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing even, deeply asleep, even her lips carried an unconscious curve.

Seeing her, Mr. West felt a bit amused and vexed.

Earlier tonight, he had secretly complimented that this woman seemed delicate but was actually quite clever, with some self-preservation ability.

And yet?

She hadn’t even made it through one night safely, almost getting packaged and sold.

Real handful!

"My belongings, and you dare to touch them?"

Holding the person in his arms, Mr. West’s voice remained light, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness, piercing into the man’s ears.

He turned around, and at that instant, a cold glint swiftly flashed by.

"Ah!" A blood-curdling yet forcibly suppressed scream of pain.

The man carrying her earlier, his hands fell cleanly severed at the wrists, landing on the ground.

Blood gushed out.

"Shh!"

Mr. West, holding Stella Grant firmly, didn’t even turn his head, merely uttering a single word.

Afraid the scream would wake her! But the person in his arms wasn’t affected in the slightest.

"Are you a little pig? Sleeping so soundly?" His lips curled with a doting arc!

Who could have imagined, this Mr. West is actually...