Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1557

"Old Master Johan."

After Colston left, Elina called out to Johan, leading him to glance at her and wave his hand. Elina had no choice but to leave.

When Elina left, Johan laid down and said with great effort, "I don't know why but I've been feeling groggy, and I can't breathe properly."

"Please don't say that, Old Master Johan. Your health has always been in the pink," Ronard said, but Johan shook his head. "I know my body well."

Ronard wiped his tears. He also felt that Johan's health was worsening by the day, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

The outsiders thought Johan's health was poor, but he knew the old master had been fine.

However, in the past month, his condition was getting worse by the day.

"Ronard, after I die, you'll have to assist Thorin. This family cannot be left to Colston. He wants to be on good terms with the Richards family wholeheartedly, but this is not what I want. Flynt can't be the head of the Moore family anymore, and the rest of them are useless. I can only rely on Thorin; you must protect him no matter what," Johan said indifferently.

Ronard asked, "Then what about Mr. Colston?"

"Before I die, you have to bring Thorin back. You must."

"Mr. Johan, I'll see to it tomorrow."

Ronard quickly obliged. Johan's eyes were beginning to turn turbid, and his thoughts were no longer as clear as before.

He thought for a long time. "Keep a close eye on Elina. Yanora isn't someone who can give the Richards family a hard time finding the girl. Elina must know a thing or two. Since she wouldn't resign, I can only leave her be."

"Ronard, no matter what, as long as Thorin is unharmed, let them do as they please."

"I understand, Old Master Johan."

"Thorin didn't come back last time; I wonder if he will this time. I've already written down my will. Make sure it's kept safely away. Do you understand?"

Johan couldn't believe the only person he could trust would be Ronard, who had been keeping him company and not his family.

He closed his eyes and said, "I'm becoming muddle-headed; I can't tell the good from the bad anymore."

"Old Master Johan, didn't you always say there are no good people in this world?" Ronard asked, and Johan replied, "Indeed, and you're the only one who remembers this. If you're not able to find yourself a backing after I leave, I'm afraid you won't be able to live for long.

"You will be in danger if I leave as I'm the only one that can shield you from harm. That's why I'm also worried about you if I leave."

"If I leave, your time in this house will end. Nobody will leave you in peace."

Johan closed his eyes and waved his hand. Ronard shed tears and headed out of the room.

Out the door, Ronard got busy with finding Thorin.

Elina looked at Ronard from the corner and sneered. She thought, "What goes around comes around. You will regret what you did."

With that in mind, Elina went back to her residency, saying as she walked, "Follow him. If he's going to find Thorin, kill him."

In the dark, a figure left quickly.

Elina looked at the stars in the sky while walking. It was time for revenge.

Raeleigh slowly woke up; she was tied up with a cold iron plate under her. She shrank back subconsciously, and someone spoke up, "You're awake."

Raeleigh followed the voice and looked over. There were many people opposite her, wearing the same clothes with numbers on their chests. She froze for a moment and remembered that she had passed out from electrocution and was brought here.

Raeleigh's hands and feet were tied up, so she could not move, allowing the group to look at her as they pleased.

Standing beside Raeleigh was the guy who brought her in. The others were all prisoners. She was surrounded by lights, blinding her sight.

"She's awake. Weren't you worried if she's a fool? As you can see, she's not. Let's get started then. The highest bidder keeps her."

Raeleigh tensed up at the correctional officer's words as she had never encountered such a situation. She couldn't believe such a thing would happen in prison.

A correctional officer acted as a p*mp to the prisoners.

Raeleigh was soaking wet, and she didn't know what had happened. The floor pooled with water, and her hair was wet, making her look a mess. Her clothes were drenched as well, causing her clothes to stick to her body, exposing her curves. Raeleigh realized she was an exhibit under the watchful eyes of lecherous men.

Raeleigh pursed her lips and studied her surroundings. If something were to happen to her, she would rather die than be bid as some prize.

She lowered her head and fixed her eyes on the ground, thinking about what would happen later.

"Thirty thousand."

"Thirty-five thousand."

"Forty thousand."

"Fifty thousand."

The room fell silent.

It was a large sum, so everyone stopped talking. Raeleigh looked up at the correctional officer, "I'll give you ten million if you let me go."

The correctional officer was amused. "What I care about isn't money." This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

"Really? If I die, you won't live either. If I walk out alive, I promise you a miserable death."

Raeleigh glared at him, and the correctional officer did not hesitate to slap her.

Raeleigh sprawled on the ground. The correctional officer said, "Just because you're rich doesn't mean you can solve everything with it."

Raeleigh got up and looked at him. Her fair face was swollen.

The people around her said, "Chill, Lechen. Cut her some slack. How do you expect us to enjoy her when you've beaten her up?"

"Do you care?"

Those people were silent for a while. Someone said, "If no one wants to raise the bid higher than fifty thousand, I will take her."

Raeleigh looked at the man. He looked to be in his fifties and a stout.

Raeleigh felt disgusted just looking at him. It seemed that she had no choice but to die.

Raeleigh looked at the ropes on her, but how was she going to?

There was also a dog collar on her neck, and the chain leash was tied to an iron pillar.

If Raeleigh hadn't fixed her eyes on the ropes, she wouldn't have known she was collared.

"Anyone else?" Lechen asked. It seemed the prisoner could not push the bid any higher, so no one spoke.

"Congratulations, Octus."

While Lechen was talking, Octus stood up and walked to the stage. He squatted down and raised his hand to pinch Raeleigh's chin, taking a good look at her before shoving it away. Then he stood up, took the chain, and bent down to pick Raeleigh up.

Octus chuckled and said, "C'mon, Baby, let's go."

Raeleigh did not speak. She turned around and glanced at Lechen. "I will not forget this!"

Lechen walked away, ignoring her, letting Octus take her away.