The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 14

The two cuts were a stark contrast to her otherwise fair skin. Blood kept flowing from the wounds, dyeing her neck red.

Her vision turned misty as crystalline tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, falling and mixing with her blood.

She had fallen into despair.

Faced with General Trent Xavier, all her helplessness and hopelessness piled up.

More than anything, hate swelled up within her.

She hated that she ran into that fire because she heard someone calling out for help!

She may have saved one person, but the injury that had been inflicted upon her cost her ten years of torment! Ten years of pain!

She became the laughing stock of the entire school when she got those burns.

Even the friends she was once close with wanted nothing to do with her!

Her classmates treated her like a bringer of plagues, avoiding her as much as they could!

Her family started hating her. Even her own parents treated her like she was worthless!

When her scars were finally healed, she had thought that maybe those ten years of suffering were worth it, after all.

But now, she was once again in the throes of despair.

"Please, General Xavier. This has absolutely nothing to do with us. It's all Thea's fault!"

"Yeah! It's all her fault! Torture her if you want, just please let us go!"

Thea stared up at Trent's expressionless face and listened to the Callahans push her onto the proverbial train tracks, all so they themselves could live. She fell deeper into despair.

"Not talking, are you?"

his expression turning cold. Immediately, two men walked

"Sir."

hall. I want everyone in Cansington to know what happens when

"Yes, sir."

untied Thea's restraints, then dragged her out by

skin was rubbed raw as she was dragged to the auction hall. Her wounds sent sharp sparks of pain through her every time they made contact with the ground,

top floor of the Cansington Hotel, the

had put up were worth anything, yet their starting bids were high, at least ten times higher than what they would

They were all well-versed in

the Xaviers, but Trent Xavier had returned to gather funds, intending on building

of the western border. He

even when they knew what they were bidding on were fakes and forgeries that were worth nothing, because they knew the alternative would be Trent Xavier getting

as soon as the last bid was complete. It was

item is for Moonlit Flowers on Cliffside's Edge. The starting bid is eight million, bidders must bid no less than half a million every time they make

happened when the painting resurfaced. That painting Thea had destroyed was also a fake. The Xaviers just wanted an excuse

reason why the Xaviers went bankrupt was because Thea Callahan had called Alex Yates and put him on speaker, so Alex heard what Joel Xavier had said and bankrupted the Xaviers out of

fair starting bid for it, yet now the Xaviers had offered a fake one for eight million. This was a

Frasiers. We bid ten million. I'm getting that

representing the Zimmermans. We bid eleven million. I want

Wilsons. We bid

started bidding in earnest. Soon enough, the forged

painting was finally

waiting for yet another item, two fully armed men dragged a woman

face. One of her high heels was missing, and she had friction burns on her knees. Blood continued flowing freely from her

crowd drew in a cold breath at

finally released once she

she just

sat at the auction stand. They were all big names in Cansington, but the sight of Thea's bloodied face terrified them. Their faces went pale as they sat frozen in their seats, not even daring to breathe

"Help… help me…"

a straw, calling out to them for help, but no one moved. They lacked the courage to even speak since the