“At the time, the Yard Family should have all been killed, but the Fletchers showed mercy and let all the women go. Over the years, they have all passed away from old age. It would not be wise to seek out the Yard Family for help.”

Once Sophia became aware of the history of the previous dynasty, she also thought it was unreasonable and they were better off looking for the child on their own.

The next day, Michael and Quinton went out together to look for the child. Originally, Sophia planned to evaluate the market to prepare to work with the Yard Family, but after finding out the situation, she decided not to anymore and went along with Michael to search for the child.

The competition was high so it was not a loss even if she stepped out.

Because this was the Ronney Group’s territory, and the Ronneys and Michels were competitors, she did not have much of an influence here. She was unable to receive a lot of information, but she still managed to gather some here and there. Michael and Quinton were also able to get some information.

In the end, all their information pointed in the same direction—the black market.

The black market was a place where people were trafficked.

It was an illegal industry that the government had no control over. They had been in existence for centuries—ever since the maritime period. When colonizers trafficked Cethosian workers and Black slaves, it slowly gave form to the market and let it develop until it became this large-scale industry today. It even had a complete business chain. Behind closed doors, conglomerates and government officials continued to tacitly approve of them. Hence, they had never gotten banned.

Every day, people were delivered like goods in mass quantities to be sold off. There were men, women, and children—anyone that had a value.

Sophia and Michael drove for an hour before they arrived at their destination.

 

Getting out of the car, it looked like a regular shopping street. All they saw was famous international luxury brand retail stores, exclusive stores, and even the Michel Group’s high-end mobile phones. It was a woman’s paradise.

Michael turned to Sophia and said, “You can take a look around here. Hope and I will go down first. I’ll come and get you once I’m done.”

 

But, it was not an ordinary day and Sophia was unwilling to take a step away from him. Tugging on his hand tightly, she said, “I want to go with you.”

He squeezed her hand lightly. “You shouldn’t go there.”

Sophia bit her lip, and her face turned red. “I… I don’t want to leave you.”

smiled. Holding her face in his hands, he gave her a peck

head. “I won’t talk later. I won’t get in

from the underworld, no one dared to

felt dejected as he silently watched them act lovey-dovey with each other, but he soon dismissed

come, first served basis. People did

whether love was present or

clear that Sophia had

they went two levels down to the basement. When the elevator doors opened, they were confronted with a big door that was guarded. The man asked coldly, “Did you make

among the large group of bodyguards and did not say a word. Quinton took the lead and said, “Yes. Number 29834. My boss and his wife are unable to bear children, so they have

match. It was a Cethosian married couple who were unable to have children, so they

were verified, the door opened. Sophia followed the rest of them

a whole new world on the other side of the door; one that could overturn

were a lot of shops, the

he murmured, “Don’t act rashly no matter

be taken lightly, so she did not dare to mess around. After all, no matter

Most of the stores were selling

beautiful ones, ugly ones, and even strange ones—all

like a procuress at first glance, was choosing beautiful young women and girls under the protection of a tattooed bodyguard. There was also a gruff and perverted old man lusting over young women

brought away young and strong

whole body go cold as though she had just stepped

that glamor, a lot of heinous

“Our people are in. They will let us know

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