Chapter 483: Chapter 483

###Chapter 480 Bloody Means – Part 1

She froze. She had no idea that they caught these girls for transportation.

For a time, several other girls froze and were displaced for many days. Although we knew that we had been bought, we had no idea what these people would do with us.

At this time, listening to his words, Ivelle Astley knew that she could not help taking a breath for a moment. She was glad that if they had not fled at that time, they would have become other people's means of transport now.

"I can only tell you that I came here by mistake, so can you send us back? I can give you whatever you want."

That's a request.

The man hesitated slightly. He raised his hand, patted the man driving, and communicated with him for a while.

The man looked back at her with doubts in his eyes. He half-frowned and said something to the driver.

When the yellow-skinned man finished talking, he looked at me and said, "We can consider sending only you, but no one else can."

Suddenly the car stopped. Someone gagged us all and then pulled out of the car.

We were taken to a seaside villa full of men in black.

Ivelle thought the five would be locked up together, but they were separated as soon as entered the villa.

She was taken to the second floor and into a relatively clean and tidy room.

When the door closed, the yellow-skinned man motioned to the man in black to untie the rope on her. He looked at her and said, "Ivelle, you can rest here for the next few days, and we will contact you to send you back."

She was stupefied for a moment, then understood what he meant and said, "Where are my friends?"

The man shrugged and frowned, "Ivelle, I suggest you stop caring about others. Just save yourself. Other people's life or death has nothing to do with you."

With that, he turned and left.

For the next few days, she was locked in the room. Every day a middle-aged woman brought her food because she couldn't understand the language. So, no matter what she asked the woman, she wouldn't say a word to her.

Her room has a balcony, and from the balcony, she can see the scenery outside the villa. It is an endless sea. She does not know if her decision is correct or wrong.

She can always hear a faint scream from the villa, almost heartbreaking.

She was wide awake and wanted to listen carefully. The sound disappeared again.

She found several blacker luxury cars downstairs of the villa. She saw it in the middle of the night when a cry awakened her.

In the villa's courtyard, stood a neat row of men dressed in black. All bodyguards were standing by the car waiting for the dark-skinned man and the yellow-skinned man who brought us. Ivelle has heard the woman who brought me the meal say that the dark-skinned man is Michael Broom and the yellow-skinned man is Louis Mark.

Venezuelan people generally have no surname but only first name. She doesn't quite understand their language, so she can only guess.

A man in a white suit comes down from a black limousine. His hair combed to one side. He looked at a man with a bit of coolness in the distance.

Michael walked forward and said something in front of the man in white, and then the man in white looked at Louis.

Louis said a few words, then raised his hand and pointed to the upstairs villa.

She realized that the direction Louis pointed to was her room's location.

She froze for a moment. She had time to make any reaction. She saw the man in white looked up and looked over.

He has handsome and gloomy facial features with thin lips tight. He seems to be a bit cold.

Their both eyes were facing each other. She froze and froze for a moment.

Seeing him faintly withdrawing his eyes and entering the villa, Ivelle slowly moved her feet and left the balcony.

Ivelle cannot help but raise her hand to touch her heart.

There was a voice outside the door, followed by the voice of the meal delivery woman, "Ivelle, I'm coming in."

When the door was pushed open by her, she respectfully came in, bowed at the door, and said, "Ivelle, you need to freshen up and go downstairs."

Rarely, it is not the same word at the end of her sentence.

Ivelle curled her lips and looked up at her. "Downstairs?"

She nodded. " Kenneth Parks is waiting for you below. I hope you can hurry up."

She frowns and said," Kenneth Parks? The man in the white suit who just entered the villa?"

She put aside all the clothes and jewelry she had prepared and then began to go into the bathroom to be waterproof. She hoped that she would take a bath and change as soon as possible.

"Ivelle, please hurry up!" She opened her mouth, and the person had come to her. She thought that if I didn't wash up, she might drag her in and help her wash.

Ivelle got up and went straight into the bathroom for a long time to wash.

'Why does that man named Kenneth Parks want to see me? Look at Michael and Louis's attitude towards him; he should be their boss.' Ivelle talked to herself.

"Is everything alright there, Ivelle?" Outside the bathroom, there was an urging sound from the woman.

She curled my lips, turned off the shower, changed her clothes, and opened the door.

The woman at the door was already a little anxious, but fortunately, she restrained her emotions and said, "Ivelle, Kenneth is waiting for you. Please go downstairs."

She smiled and said, "The etiquette in your country is very strange. Before you meet people, you still need to bathe and change clothes, which is a bit like seeing Jesus."

The woman did not open her mouth, but just made a gesture of invitation.

She is out of the room for the first time. The magnificent spiral staircase, decorated with crystal porcelain, appears to be incredibly luxurious.

Walking downstairs step by step, she gradually saw the man sitting on the hall's tea table.

He is leisurely running in the hands of green tea. A pot of hot Scald slowly poured into the toughened cup. The original silence of green tea rolling with boiling water in the cup seems to have some unspeakable coldness.

Michael and Louis sat in front of Kenneth.

Both men stood up and took it with both hands. They seemed to fear and admire the man.

"Sir, Ivelle is here!" Walking to the tea table, the woman opened her mouth groveling.

Kenneth did not take any action, and the movement of making tea in his hand was still going on. He did not seem to hear the woman's voice but blew the hot air shallowly by putting the teacup on his lips.

A pair of dark eyes looked at Louis and said, "Is there any new crystal?