Entangled With Mysterious Billionaire

"New goods? Put them in the room on the second floor."

The man with tattoos on his arms looked at something like a roll of blanket on his shoulder and was taken up to the second floor by a steward.

He rudely threw the roll on the ground, opened it, and revealed a woman's face: "Check the goods, and see how tender the face is. You are too useless. This is the fourth one."

"Yes." The housekeeper glanced at him and nodded. It didn't matter how he looked. Anyway, he immediately tightened his lips and shouted in a low voice: "Shut up! This is not something you can talk about!"

"Yes, I understand."

His arm muscles bulged, which was usually a tough corner from the look, but what was puzzling was his submissive attitude towards the weak housekeeper.

Emily, who was put on the ground, closed her eyes tightly. The sudden strong light, even across her eyelids, was too strong for her to bear. She tried to control her eyelids to avoid being found by the two.

The room was dark again, and after a long time of closing the door, she opened her eyes secretly.

This is, where?

The darkness was still boundless, just like being rolled in the blanket.

Maybe it was because he was unconscious for too long. His hands and feet were extremely numb. He struggled out of the blanket with great strength.

There was a fluffy tingling sensation from below. Emily stretched out her hand and felt for it. It was almost certain that the ground here was covered with thick carpets. Judging from the touch, it should not be a bargain.

She suddenly realized that she was naked. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her body, struggling to stand up.

When she felt dizzy, Emily gritted her teeth and forced herself not to fall down. It seems that there is no one here. Can we take the opportunity to escape? At the thought of escaping, she had no time to think about what the two men had just said.

She gropes in the dark, and her fear is constantly magnified. The horror experienced in recent days flashed in my mind. The so-called organization and its murderous people, as well as the girls who are constantly taken away.

She dared not imagine their fate and her own, but her mind was like a broken projector, constantly projecting horrible scenes.

The thick touch of the wall made her feel a little more secure, and soon she found a door handle. She leaned her whole body against the door and tried to mobilize all the energy left in her body to hear if there was any movement outside.

silent.

When she grasped the cold metal on the handle, a shudder swept her whole body. After trying to calm down, Emily slowly twisted her wrist.

The heart beats like a drum.

A slight sound of friction between metal and wood came from my ears, slow and