Revenge After Death



"Are you a Solancian, Nella?" Quinton would test me on the road, whether intentionally or otherwise.

"Yes, but I came to Huma when I was 13. I don't have any family either. I have more friends in Huma instead." I deliberately let slip a hint of Solancian accent mixed with my carefully polished Humian.

That way, perhaps Quinton might let down his guard around me.

He smiled and nodded. "All Solacian women are tall and beautiful. I like Solacian women the best."

I smiled naively. "Thank you, Quinton."

However, I was scoffing deep down. He liked Solacian women the best because they were kind-hearted. That was why most of the missing persons were from Solance.

"This road crosses a desolate area, and it's very dangerous. We could lose our lives if something goes wrong, Aren't you afraid?" Quinton asked.

"I'm not afraid since you're here. Tristan said you'd protect me. Besides, Tristan has been good to me, and he asked me to take care of you," I hesitated, hinting that Tristan had given me money.

Quinton raised a brow. "Has he been treating you well? How much pocket money is he giving you monthly? Is it enough? I can give you more if not. Money's not an issue."

I looked at him with an excited and happy gaze full of innocence. "Really? But it's alright, Quinton. Tristan is giving me more than enough. I'm getting 20 thousand dollars per month."

Quinton laughed. "The Lamberts can afford more than that, but he's just giving you 20 thousand dollars?"

He turned around and smiled at me, seemingly thinking that I was naive. Yet, he was mocking in his heart. how easy it was to deceive young women from rural areas. It was enough to lure them out with only several tens of thousands.

I smiled foolishly, looking naive and awkward. Perhaps my acting skills were top-notch, and Quinton was stunned by my behavior.

The convoy finally entered the desolate area during the second evening.

Someone said, "We'll set up camp here. Let's gather around in a circle and don't wander around. There are wild wolves everywhere, so don't get gobbled up."

Everyone got out of the car. Some of the young women were happily stretching themselves. They probably were unaware that this was the start of a life-or-death situation.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

I stood by the campfire and looked around the vast, desolate desert in search of places to hide.

These men had all brought hunting rifles in their cars.

As this was a desolate area, it was easy to spot any cars trailing us. As such, Steven, Zion, Joel, Eason, and other police officers hid away in their cars a few miles away. They had formed another convoy and were moving slowly.

"It's quite boring here. How about we play a game?" Someone suggested a game,

Quinton chuckled. "Now's not the time yet. We're still close to the village we just left. Let's go a bit farther first."

Unaware of the danger, the young women were all talking and laughing happily. Some of the men were even boldly groping the young women.

I felt uneasy when Quinton came closer to me, yet he seemed to not have any sexual desires toward women.

I could sense if a man had any sexual desires. The men who came with Quinton all had them, yet he didn't. He seemed only interested in enjoying the thrill of killing.

"How many do the higher-ups want this time?" Hector Jenkins, who was from the second car, was asking Quinton meaningfully.

"Two, and the goods need to be perfect. They have to pass the medical examination," Quinton replied with a smile.

He showed no concern for our presence. That was because no one else other than me knew what he was talking about.

I simply sat there, eating a slice of wholewheat bread.

By "perfect goods", they probably meant those women they were planning to sacrifice to Genome Society. And this time, Genome Society was asking for two.

In other words, only two out of the eight young women among us would survive and be sent to Genome Society. The rest would be left to be hunted and killed in the desolate area.

No one would care even if these young women were to die in the desolate area. That was because they would be reduced to nothing but bones.

The police would have no leads to start with since no one knew they entered the desolate area.

With Quinton's capabilities and his top-notch legal team, it wouldn't make any difference even if someone were to testify. They wouldn't be able to file a case or convict them without any bodies, so it would only be treated as a missing person case.