Allen came in a bit lonely, but the sharp-eyed woman could notice that he was wearing a handmade
Italian suit.
"Why, Sir, is this your first visit? Do you want a drink or a single room or something? I'll take you there!"
The woman's strong perfume reminded Allen of Nicole.
Nicole's fragrance was always subtle, but there was something about her that was so special and
pleasing.
"Get out!"
Allen pushed her away and walked alone to the bar.
When she saw the young lady was pushed away, Mandy hurriedly came forward to greet the young
man.
"Is this your first visit, Sir? It was noisy outside. Do you want me to get you a single room? You can
drink and play, without anyone disturbing you. You must be born of a noble family. It is not a good thing
to have someone gossiped about you, right?"
Mandy was really a good talker.
Allen was not familiar with this place. When he heard what Mandy said, he thought for a moment and
said, "Find me a single room in the middle of nowhere, the more remote the better. As long as no one
bothers me, I will give you much.”
"Hey! This way, Sir. We have an isolated single room on the first floor, close to the basement, and not
many people go there. Sir, you may go there."
"Come on."
Allen just wanted to find somewhere quiet, drinking and comforting himself. He didn't want anyone to
see his vulnerability.
All his pride was shattered in front of Nicole, and he didn't want anyone to see him again.
Mandy had experienced a lot. Someone like Allen who came here alone must be hurt by love and did
not want to be disturbed, so she quickly took Allen to a remote private room.
"Do you need any special service, Sir?"
Mandy did not forget her job and asked.
"No, get out! No one is allowed to come in without my permission!”
Allen threw the dollars out of his wallet.
Seeing Allen was generous, Mandy hurriedly took the money and went out.
Allen found the decor was nice. It was luxurious but also pleasant.
Spending money to get drunk was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever done in his life, but so what?
Who cared?
Nicole now lived happily in the Seapolis City with her son.
The more he thought about it, the more distressed Allen became.
The waiter brought in the wine.
"Here's your drink, Sir, and if you run out of it, we'll send one more. Just ring the bell by hand if you
have any need.”
"I see. Get out of here."
The waiter went out.
Allen opened the bottle alone, but he didn’t need the glass. There was no one here. Why should he be
so elegant?
He directly raised his head and poured XO alcohol into his mouth.
The pungent feeling tickled his taste buds. Allen felt a little overwhelmed, but refreshing.
As he drank from one bottle after another, he vaguely heard a woman's voice.
It was so familiar, and it sounded like Nicole's voice.
Allen felt that he was truly mad.
Nicole was now in the Seapolis City with her kids. Why was she here?
He picked up the bottle again and poured the alcohol into his mouth. The noise outside became louder.
Allen paused slightly.
Why did that sound so similar?
He got up and opened the door of the compartment. The voice came from the basement next door.
He heard it better because he opened the compartment door.
The cries were from Nicole!
For five years, Allen knew Nicole's voice all too well.
Nicole was also here?
Allen flung down his bottle and walked briskly toward the basement.
There was a watchman at the basement door. Seeing Allen coming and smelling of alcohol, the guard
thought he was in the wrong place. He stopped Allen and said, "Sir, I'm sorry, you are in the wrong
place.
Allen was stopped.
He was sober now, and the cries were repeated as if she had been subjected to some beating.
Allen was distraught, but asked faintly, "What is that sound? It is so whining. Do you also have these
services?"
The so-called services referred to the kind of abnormal ones.
When the gatekeeper heard this, he laughed and said, "Hey, there is no service. These are newcomers
bought from China. They are not obedient.
Only by having some lessons, could they be obedient and be sold out to treat customers well, right?”
Allen's eyes narrowed slightly.
"The lesson? What's the lesson? You won't try them first, would you?"
"How can that be! We dare not touch the goods when they arrive. We have to expect them to make
money. It is said that there is a pretty girl in it. She is said to be disobedient and easy-going, and she
was sold to us by her mother-in-law. At first, we thought she was dumb and could not speak. After the
whipping, she screamed and her voice was so fascinating! If you are interested in her, come here
tomorrow. We have the bid!"
The gatekeeper gushed to Allen.
Allen was very worried and said, "Let me go in and have a look. If she is pretty, I'll be worth coming
tomorrow. But if she is an ugly one, I'll have wasted my time."
“Absolutely beautiful, Sir. You may rest assured!
"You said she is pretty, it doesn't mean I think she is pretty as well. Let me have a look at her, and I
won't make you lose.”
Allen pulled a wad of dollars from his pocket and handed it over.
When the gatekeeper saw so much money, his eyes went straight.
"Well, Sir, just take a look at her, but don't meddle in it. You can rest assured. We have been in this
industry for so many years, and we know what hurts the most when hitting people, and we won't ruin
her appearance. Don't worry, she won't die after a beating. She would only feel painful for the whole
night.”
The more the janitor said this, the more Allen worried.
"Hurry up, let me see her, so I can go back and prepare the money."
"Yes, yes, Sir. This way!"
The gatekeeper looked left and right, ensuring that no one was looking before opening the basement
door to let Allen in.
The door opened and the smell of blood came to his nostrils.
The view of the dungeon was not very good, but Allen could vaguely see that there were several pillars
in the basement, all with women tied to them,
of various kinds. In front of them was a big, rough man with a whip dipping in the basin and beating
them.
The bright red blood soaked their clothes, which made one shocked. The shouting filled the ears.
The men who swung the whip laughed and said, "How is it? I tell you, behave well tomorrow. If any rich
men like you and buy you, it is your luck. If you're not liked, you'll have to go out to serve the guests!
Otherwise, I would beat you bloody every day, and by then you would rather die than live!
Once you're in here, just accept your fate! No matter who you were and what you were, there is only
one identity here, and that is good! We bought you
back at great expense. If you don't make enough money, I won't let you die!”
"Shit!"
No sooner had the man finished than a woman spat in his face.
"Just beat me to death! I tell you; I'm not going to listen to you!"
The woman's voice was hoarse and she was scarred. Her blood dropped down beside her in the feet,
which had gathered a small pool of blood.
Allen's heart twitched.
It was Nicole!
Why was she here?
Allen was about to approach Nicole when the man slapped her in the face and said, "Bitch, you've got
the guts! Do you believe I would fuck you now?"
“Stop it!”
Allen made a sudden noise and woke everyone up.
Nicole suddenly looked up and saw Allen standing in the doorway of the dungeon looking straight at
her.
She never expected to meet Allen here.
Was it providence's favor?
So, she was in America now?
Nicole was delighted, with tears in her eyes, and when she was about to say something, Allen said, "If
you hurt her, you won't get a good price tomorrow. I have a crush on this woman, and I like her. I'll take
her whatever the offer is tomorrow. From now on, you can't hit her again. If I see her hurt tomorrow,
your shop would be shut down!"
"Who are you? How did you get in? You brought someone in again, George!”
The man with the whip shouted savagely at George.
George scratched his head in some embarrassment. "Boss," he said, "he's a customer. I just got a
customer ahead of time."
"Shit! There are only a few customers here. Do I need them to serve the guests? Are you stupid?"
Allen looked at Nicole with a look of concern and eagerness, but said sharply, "I say it again. Don't hit
her, you hear me?"
"Who are you? Don't you know I'm famous around here, my name's...?"
"I'm Allen! As long as you want to live in America, do as I said, and tomorrow if I see any more bruises
on her body, don't blame me for being rude.”
Allen exposed his identity.
The moment the man heard Allen's name, he wilted.
"Mr. Brook?"
"Did you hear what I said?"
"Yes, yes, yes! I promise I won't hit her. I would just wait for you to pick her up tomorrow.”
After all, in America, who would dare offend the Brook Family?
Allen looked at Nicole and said sadly, "Wait for me. I'll come and take you away tomorrow.’
Nicole nodded.
Every time when she was most embarrassed, Allen appeared in front of her. How could she repay such
kindness?
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