When Love Turns to Ashes (Beatrice and Caden)

Uncle Wu should be more cautious, he did not respond, but he also tacitly approved Unde Liu's approach,

In comparison, Uncle Wu was more difficult to deal with

Caden's calm and expressionless demeanor made it impossible for anyone to see through

At this moment, the compartment door was pushed open by someone.

Keith whispered in Caden's ear, "Mr. Caden, the people over there said...noveldrama

Suddenly, his pitch-black pupils were like undissolved ink, with a faint hint of red flashing in his eyes. They were sinister and cruel, exuding a bloodthirsty danger that sent shivers down one's spine.

He got up and said, "Excuse me for a moment'

Beatrice looked at Mark approaching, struggling to fall off the chair, but her body didn't move an inch

Mark stopped in front of her, neither hurried nor slow. He crouched down, reached out and touched her face and back

"What a perfect skin, no wonder your price is so much higher than others. Don't worry, I will definitely be careful."

Skin?

Beatrice was taken aback, she struggled to open her mouth and stammered, Wh-what skin? Wh-what pr-price..."

After saying these words, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength and instantly collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

Mark listened to her words, as if he thought of something exciting, and his hands couldn't help but twist uncontrollably.

Suddenly, he leaned in close to Beatrice, smiling ominously with the smell of alcohol on his breath.

"You were sold by someone."

Shocked, Beatrice tried to save herself by gritting her teeth and struggling with all her might.

"No! No! Stop! You will leave bruises like this! It ruins the aesthetics!"

He said, and then he stepped on Beatrice's struggling fingers.

Beatrice was in excruciating pain, but she didn't have the strength to scream.

Finally, she was lifted up by Mark and placed on the long table.

Then he took out a specially made red rope and tied her up on the table. Once everything was ready.

Mark poured a glass of wine, gently swaying the glass as he looked down at Beatrice from above.

"You look so beautiful. Don't worry, you had taken the medicine, so you wouldn't feel any pain. Instead, you would feel very comfortable and enjoy this process. You should thank me for capturing your beauty."

He spoke with ups and downs, and then threw a pill into his own glass. Sigh...

The pill dissolved upon contact with water.

Mark looked up and took a sip, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, there was only madness and restlessness in his eyes.

He hummed a song while putting on protective clothing, his fingertips gliding over the bag, selecting a sharp surgical knife from a variety of tools.

Beatrice was lying on the table, her limbs tied to the corners of the table, without even the strength to struggle.

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