The moving shadows beside the bar were concealed by the colorful lights.

Someone helped Karan up and looked closely at her for a while. The first impression she gave people was that she was "sickly", with satin-black hair, very pale skin, and even her lips had no color. After she opened her eyes slightly, she could

It was a rare black color, a little darker than ordinary rice dumplings, which was very shocking.

She had no power to resist and could vaguely hear the commenting voice.

——The teeth are neat, the limbs are sound, the skin is delicate, the bones are slender, the hair is cleanly trimmed, there are no scars or marks, and there are no traces of being broken at all.

They judge animals as if they were in a slaughterhouse.

"It's really well maintained. Except for being a little thinner, the whole body is in good condition."

"If it's a gift from the last hunt, it should be two years old, right?"

"Yeah, not a single hole has been pierced, not a single brand has been burned, and there aren't even calluses on her hands. She's so clean... the Siouville family doesn't even use her that much."

"So it's called 'mysophobia'." Someone sneered, "I think that although black slaves are despicable, their bodies bring a lot of pleasure."

"Is she sick? Why didn't she respond for a long time?" A pair of hands pinched Karan's chin and looked at her face carefully.

Another person told him: "Crazy, stupid, or on drugs, you pick one. It won't be a plague chicken."

There were people constantly coming and going at the bar to get drinks, which was not very convenient.

Finally they decided to take Karan to a quiet and uninhabited place.

Karan felt himself being picked up, and the smell around him became increasingly turbid and dull. They seemed to have passed through a long corridor and entered a certain box.

She was placed somewhere unstable.

The cold wine poured down from her head, quickly soaking her whole body.

"Wake up!" Someone was pushing her.

Her body was alternately hot and cold, and her surroundings were shaking. She stretched out her hand to grab something, but was held by another hand.

"Don't touch me." He laughed, "I haven't taken off my clothes yet."

"Let me go..." Karan said hoarsely.

Laughter again.

Her body was hanging in the air.

She reluctantly opened her eyes and saw that she was in a hammock made of wisteria.

The hammock was placed in a birdcage-style box, directly above the swimming pool on the first floor. The surrounding area was relatively empty, and countless people were dancing passionately next to the swimming pool below. The music was wild, and all kinds of sounds converged into a wave of crazy enthusiasm.

Karan held on to the hammock, fearful.

"Let me come down..."

laughter.

There was also the rustle of clothing.

"Don't worry," someone told her.

Another person came closer and said, "You are too nervous. Let's drink something first."

They held her chin, laughed, and slowly poured wine into her.

Karan felt a ball of fire rolling down from her throat to her stomach, burning her scalp and numbing her scalp. The surroundings were getting darker and darker, and the sounds were getting farther and farther away. She was quickly losing consciousness.

Arnold returned to the bar and found that Karan was missing.

He was about to ask the bartender when he realized that Rafael had made several calls to him.

The music around him was too loud and he didn't hear it.

Arnold called back impatiently: "Hello? I have something to do, don't make any noise..."

"Where are you?" Raphael almost gasped when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone, "Don't tell me you are already at the Sky Garden Restaurant! Where is Karan?"

"I'm looking for her..."

"She's missing!?" Raphael slammed the pen holder off the table, "How long have you left her there alone?"

"It's only about ten minutes." In fact, it was about half an hour.

"I'll be right over, you go find me quickly."

"I'm looking! If you hadn't called, maybe I would have found it!" Arnold said angrily, "Why did you make so many calls just now?"

"It's to remind you to come back quickly! My father asked me where you were. I can only say that you were a little curious about the party before, maybe at the Sky Garden Restaurant. Now he is out looking for you."

Arnold suddenly became frightened.

He glanced at the time of the previous calls and saw they were half an hour ago.

"I will find Karan as soon as possible. You didn't tell your father that I brought her, did you?"

"Of course I didn't say that!"

Raphael quickly picked up the car keys and left. Before leaving, he went back and took the gun from the drawer.

As soon as Arnold hung up the phone, a pair of steely hands grabbed him.

"Master." A deep male voice came from above his head.

Arnold turned his head stiffly and saw the stone-cold face of the foreign bodyguard.

"Please come back with me, the Duke is waiting for you in the car."

Arnold was restrained and dragged away.

The cold wind blew outside, and his back was covered with hot sweat.

When the back seat door opened, he saw a man with long silver hair sitting inside, with his scepter lying across his lap, with no intention of giving up his seat. Arnold could only squeeze down in the corner.

"Father……"

"I'm so glad you still remember me as your father."

Xiovir's gaze was not askew, and the refraction at the tip of the scepter was as cold as his eyes.

Arnold's pressure increased sharply, and he began to speak awkwardly: "I just came to take a look, and I didn't do anything."

"You didn't do anything, but you've already brought the Siouville family into disrepute... It's amazing, why haven't the Democratic Party recruited you yet?"

Xiovir glanced sideways at him, his eyes like daggers.

Arnold studied abroad for two years and finally got away from this oppressive authority. Now he suddenly returned to his childhood, trembling in front of his father and not daring to say a word.

"Father..." Arnold wanted to say that he brought Karan, but now she is gone.

But then he thought, this would only make his father angrier.

Father didn't know any better.

Wait until tomorrow to get Karan back and pretend that this thing never happened. Karan will definitely not dare to tell her father, because if his father knows that she has been touched by others, he will definitely not pay attention to her anymore.

"You should come back to study." Xiovel was very dissatisfied with what his youngest son had done in the past two years.

"Father! I stayed abroad very well! And now I know I was wrong...I will definitely correct it. Let me stay there..."

Arnold begged.

The car drove farther and farther.

Arnold looked at the shrinking Sky Garden Restaurant in the rearview mirror. He breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt strangely apprehensive.

The car was traveling very fast, and in just a few words, they were far away from the brightly lit place.

"Father..." Arnold's mouth began to feel dry, and his hands and feet were a little cold.

He recalled all the unsightly things on the dance floor, those secretly coveted glances, and the way Karan leaned against the bar without any precautions.

Xiovel closed his eyes slightly, with a distant look on his face: "We'll talk about it when we get back. Your mother still has something to say to you."

"That's not it..." Arnold felt something stuck in his throat and found it difficult to speak. If his father knew that he secretly brought slaves here, he would definitely be even more angry, and he might really want him to return to China to study.

He's still struggling to weigh things up.

"Father……"

"Why are you acting like a broken record player?"

"Karan is still at the Sky Garden Restaurant."

Xiovir opened his eyes and looked at his youngest son, as if he had grown two heads.

"What did you say?"

"Karan... is still there, I took her with me."

Arnold could hardly describe his father's expression at that moment - more fear than anger.

Siouville asked the driver to stop and opened the door.

"Get down." He ordered sharply.

"I..." Arnold panicked and wanted to explain.
To be continued...