Chapter 248

---- Chapter 248 In the end, the overseer didn't lay a hand on Giselle. He simply called for his men to come in and remove the corpse of the customer he had just shot. From his conversation with the others, Giselle pieced together the reason behind the sudden killing. The dead man had been holding incriminating evidence against the overseer, using it to blackmail his way into free access to the women there. Worse still, he had murdered two women the overseer had purchased at a high price, causing him significant losses.

The overseer's patience had run out that day, and he'd put a bullet in the customer. Giselle stared at the pool of blood for a long while, dumbfounded. The man on the ground had it coming. Here, violence was nothing more than one wolf tearing into another. Aside from the first jolt of fear, she felt little else. When she absentmindedly lifted her gaze, she found the man who had just killed someone staring at her intently. The viciousness she had seen in his eyes a few days ago was no longer there. Giselle thought he was about to force himself on her again. She was ready to stop fighting it.

At this point, being violated ---- was almost part of her daily routine. "What's your name?" he asked in Valanthean , wiping down the barrel of his gun with a handkerchief. Giselle paused for a few seconds before blurting out a random name. "Nora Holt." "Nora?" For once, his cold, hard expression softened. "That's quite a nice name." As soon as his words fell, he closed in on her, studying her with deliberate focus. When he caught sight of her pale skin peeking through her freshly torn clothes, desire stirred within him. He reached out, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at him.

"Are you the daughter of a wealthy family?" Looking at her elegant face and the unshaken composure she carried even in the face of danger, he could tell, even without sharing a homeland, that she came from privilege. Giselle's eyes lit up with hope, and she hurriedly nodded. "Yes. My family is wealthy! We have so much money that we could buy this whole building! If you let me go, I-" Before she could finish, the man abruptly slapped her. He then yanked her hair hard, his knife-sharp gaze boring into her.

"If you so much as set foot out of here, I'll hack off your hands and feet-one limb for every attempt!" ---- Meeting his murderous glare and remembering how ruthlessly he'd killed a man just moments ago, Giselle swallowed hard and drew ina shaky breath. "Alright, I won't run. I'll do as you say." From what she had gathered in the last few days, the man's name was Orin Sontara, and he was most likely a Malithornian . He wasn't just the overseer here but also the mastermind behind these filthy dealings. All the women were his assets, and the whole operation was his creation.

He had connections, weapons, and the authority to decide the life or death of everyone in this place. So, she had no choice but to act obedient in front of him, not daring to show even the slightest hint of defiance. Orin didn't assault her or rough her up again. Instead, he took her back to the dormitory to change before taking her toa nearby medical room. It wasn't exactly a medical room; it was just a place for basic wound treatment. Still, it was clear he wasn't letting her go. Obviously, he still intended to inject her with whatever drug they used to break the women's spirits.

Imagining herself reduced to a lifeless shell sent a chill down. her spine and left her limbs cold and numb. However, with his gun and violence looming over her, she had no way to fight ---- back. All she could do was submit to whatever fate he decided for her.