Chapter 4

"She's a person of our village while alive! She'll be a ghost of our village when dead!"

"You can't take her away! Damn it, they said it would be my turn next month. I haven't tasted this slut yet! I already paid the money!" The vulgar language continued around me.

I covered my sister's ears.

It seemed this village truly had no reason to exist anymore.

"Director! Look what that bitch did to me! I spent all my money buying a wife, I don't have money for the hospital. How will you compensate me!"

The old bachelor saw that backup had arrived and limped to the director to complain.

But he was kicked hard: "Enough. Don't I know what you're thinking? You want to play with both sisters. Quite the appetite."

The old bachelor grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Even if the people you brought can fight, they can't match our numbers. I advise you to accept your fate. I see you have some looks. If you stay with me, I guarantee you'll have a good life."

The director's gaze wandered over my body, as if examining merchandise.

"Just give up. Claire is ruined now anyway. Even if she gets out, no man will want her."

"Right, don't you just want to stay with your sister? Just marry into our village, won't that work?"

The other members of the hiking group also spoke up to persuade.

Sharing the crime.

They were all complicit in what happened to my sister, and they knew very well they had committed wrongdoing.

So no matter what, they couldn't let me leave.

"Don't go. Stay. The director is a good man."

"Stay, stay..." These didn't seem like the voices of young men and women, but rather death knells from hell.

I indifferently swept my gaze across everyone present.

What vibrant lives. Too bad they're about to disappear from this world.

"Haven't you figured out this society yet? Justice and humanity are all fake. Only money and power are real." Serena Walsh looked at me smugly.

As if everything was settled, and I too would meet the fate of being ravaged by men.

Outnumbered, I was at a clear disadvantage.

The surrounding circle kept shrinking, trapping me and my bodyguards.

The bodyguards' eyes signaled to ask if I wanted to fight our way out.

I slowly raised my finger. Just before it was about to fall.

A familiar figure appeared.

"Stop!" A woman in an elegant dress hurried over.

The smile on Serena Walsh's face abruptly stopped: "Mom, why are you here? Didn't I tell you to wait in the car?"

Mrs. Walsh glared at her, then quickly walked in front of me, staring at my face: "Have I seen you somewhere before?"

At the bidding conference years ago, I had given a speech as the host.

Although Mrs. Walsh wasn't qualified enough to interact with me, she had seen me from afar.

At this moment, she vaguely recalled that glimpse—I had been surrounded by everyone in the center.

The famous Chairman of Montgomery Corporation...

"You're! The Chairman of Montgomery Corporation!" Mrs. Walsh's pupils constricted as she collapsed to the ground.

Everyone present was stunned.