Helen Jiang had no idea that, in the eyes of others, she was nothing more than a juicy, tempting bun—ready to be devoured at any moment.
She was still thinking about how to beg Eric Jiang for forgiveness, completely oblivious to the strange glint in Madam Yan’s eyes—the widow who had taken her away.
She didn’t notice that, not far away, someone had already decided she was their ticket to a fortune...
Helen Jiang followed the woman back to a backstreet motel.
As soon as she walked in, Helen Jiang frowned, not caring that she was asking for help. She immediately complained, “Is this dump really the best you’ve got?”
The woman was stunned. She’d used this trick on plenty of girls, but none had ever complained about the place the moment they walked in...
Honestly, while this motel couldn’t compare to a star-rated hotel, it was still much better than the other even shabbier motels nearby.
Because the 'goods' here were better than the ones at other motels, the facilities were naturally a cut above too.
“Well, well, where’d this little princess come from?” A woman dressed provocatively, her face caked with cheap makeup, parted a curtain and walked in. She sized up Helen Jiang and said to Madam Yan, “Yan, you really picked a good one this time!”
Madam Yan looked smug. “Of course! Who knows, maybe this little chick is still a virgin! The price for her this time can’t be cheap!”