Chapter 99

The two women were shoved into the car, their phones and IDs confiscated.

Kaitlyn clung to Christina, trembling. "Christina, what are we gonna do?"

Christina tried to stay calm. "It's okay, don't worry."

Outside, someone was making a phone call. "We just caught two new ones. They're both lookers. We're gonna make a fortune."

Kaitlyn's voice wavered with fear. "Are they gonna sell us off as brides? I don't want that!"

"Don't be scared!" Christina reassured her, though she was just as frightened. She knew she had to stay calm and think of a plan.

The man outside finished his call and grinned at them, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Sit tight, ladies. We're heading out!"

The car started moving, bumping along the road. They had no idea where they were being taken.

It had been two days, and Kelvin still hadn't heard from Kaitlyn. He was frantic, unable to reach her by phone.

Jennifer, accompanied by Arnold, was trying to be helpful. The housekeeper was recounting the events of the day.

"Miss Kaitlyn said she was going on a trip with Ms. Windsor. After that, we lost track of them."

Christina? Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "Kelvin, if Christina's involved, we should call the police."

Kelvin turned to her. "What do you mean?"

Jennifer looked earnest. "Christina will do anything for money and her own goals."

Kelvin was skeptical. "Really?"

Christina didn't seem like that kind of person. He had already misjudged her once and didn't want to repeat that mistake.

Jennifer's eyes narrowed with malice. "If she were trustworthy, why wouldn't she inform you before taking Miss Fisher away? Clearly, she's up to something!"

The housekeeper, fearing blame, chimed in. "Yes, they left in a hurry. Ms. Windsor must have said something."

Even if Kelvin wanted to trust Christina, their words were persuasive.

Jennifer delivered the final blow. "We need to investigate Christina. If something happens to Miss Fisher, it'll be too late."

Kelvin nodded, finally deciding to call the police.

The police arrived and took statements. With Jennifer's accusations, Kelvin's doubts, and the housekeeper's testimony, they listed Christina as a suspect.

"Can we issue an online alert if there's no news?" Jennifer asked, her eyes gleaming.

No matter the truth, she wanted to ruin Christina's reputation.

The police considered Kelvin's influence and the potential media frenzy, then nodded. "Of course. We'll issue an alert and do everything we can to find Miss Fisher. Please be patient."

Almost all available officers were dispatched to find Kaitlyn.

Meanwhile, Christina and Kaitlyn had no idea where they were being taken. They ended up in a remote village in the mountains.

They were locked in a straw-filled room, the wooden door secured from the outside.

Kaitlyn, on the verge of tears, said, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have insisted on going to that dangerous place. What do we do now?"

"Don't panic!" Christina said, looking around.

The house was dilapidated but sturdy. Escaping would be difficult but not impossible.

As she considered a risky plan, the door suddenly opened.

Their captors brought in a new face.

"I told you they were pretty."

The newcomer, a local villager, looked delighted to see them.

"Not bad!"

"Which one do you want? I'll give you a good price, eighty thousand dollars." The seller gestured the amount.

"That's too expensive," the buyer protested. "For that money, I could marry a proper wife."

"A proper wife wouldn't be as obedient as one you buy. She'll give you a handsome son with her genes."

The trafficker was like a salesman.

The buyer hesitated, then agreed. "She's beautiful. It's worth it. Eighty thousand dollars. I'll invite you to the wedding."

"Deal! Cash first, then the goods." The seller rubbed his hands eagerly.

"Come to my place for the money. I'll take this one." The buyer pointed at Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn recoiled in fear. "No, I don't want to go! Let me go! Do you know who I am?"

The buyer's eyes gleamed with greed. "I don't care who you are. You're my wife now."

Kaitlyn was on the verge of tears, crying out, "No, no! Let me go!"

Christina held her hand. "She's my sister. Can we have one last day together? I'll be grateful."

The buyer, unable to resist, agreed. "Fine, but remember my kindness. Stay with me obediently."

Kaitlyn cried harder.

Living with this man for life was worse than death. She'd rather die now.

"Let's get the money," the buyer said, grinning. "I'll take her tomorrow. I need to prepare and buy new clothes."

They left.

Kaitlyn sobbed. "What do we do now?"

Christina's eyes narrowed. The room had straw, rope, and some firewood. There was a window with a thick wooden frame.

"We have to try something extreme."

Christina made a simple fire-starting tool, rubbing the rope against the wood.

Kaitlyn understood. "Let me."

Desperate, she worked the rope vigorously.

After a long effort, they finally got a spark. It landed on the straw, but the fire was small and might not catch.