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In front of others, he is the president of Monica, a top ten listed group. Behind the scenes, he is the head of the North American Mafia, a figure that even the underworld fears. With such an identity, there are certainly countless people who want him dead, but while many may harbor such thoughts, who would dare to actually lay a hand on him?
Monica controls the economic lifeline of New York, and Las Vegas is no exception. He has also collaborated with the head of the Italian Mafia, effectively monopolizing all arms and Drug sales in Southeast Asia.
Such a man is a demon risen from hell. The deep scar on his face speaks volumes about his ferocity and terror; once he sets his sights on a prey, there is no chance for escape from his grasp!
Inside the castle, the maids are busy with their tasks. Those who work here know that doing their own jobs well and speaking less is the only way to survive.
Two maids followed orders and entered the room, which belongs to their master. Normally, no one is allowed to enter without permission. Yan Wushuang lay weakly on the luxurious bed, her vision clouded as if light had abandoned her.
"Miss, are you awake?" one maid asked cautiously. Seeing her eyes slightly open, it seemed she had just woken up from reading or perhaps from some romantic web novel. The bed was in disarray, and it was easy to guess what had happened.
Yan Wushuang remained silent, lying still as before. That bastard had violated her time and again; what was she supposed to do? Perhaps it would be better to end it all.
The maid softly called out to her several times without receiving a response. They exchanged glances; if they did not complete their master's orders, they would be in danger themselves. Steeling themselves, they approached her and gently nudged her: "Miss, it's time to get up. We have prepared meals and bathwater for you."
Startled by their gentle push, Yan Wushuang jumped in alarm, looking at them in panic. She thought that demon had come again to torment and humiliate her.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" She did not recognize the two women before her. Where was that demon? Who were they? Where was this place?
A series of questions filled her with dread. Why was she still alive? Where was General Longze? Seeing that she had finally regained consciousness, the maid smiled respectfully and replied, "Miss, we are here to serve you as instructed by our master. You have been asleep for quite a while; you must be hungry now?"
Indeed, she was very hungry; it seemed she hadn't eaten anything since last night. That demon had continuously violated her, making her wish she could bite her tongue and end it all. Yet he hadn't even given her that humble opportunity; his repulsive tongue pried open her lips and arrogantly occupied her mouth, leaving her only able to silently weep and swallow the pain deep within her heart.
She followed the maid into the bathroom, looking at this strange place. At noon, she had almost been drowned by that demon here. In one corner of the bathtub, she saw her jade pendant and joyfully rushed to pick it up, ignoring the gazes of others, tightly clutching it in her hand with tears flowing down her cheeks.
After bathing, she changed into a pure white Chiffon Knee-Length Skirt. The people here were so strange; their clothing and appearance surprised her. However, she understood a little that this was not the world she lived in, nor the sky she was familiar with. She still needed to explore what kind of place this truly was.
With that demon gone, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Looking at the food in front of her, her stomach had long been growling with hunger. Forgetting her noble princess identity, she began to wolf down the food on the table. Even if she were to die, she wanted to be full before setting off, unwilling to become a starving ghost in the underworld.
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