Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chatper 1349

Chatper 1349

The feeble moonlight trickled into the room, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Suddenly, a stout man with cropped hair appeared at the door. His eyes scanned Sabrina from head to

toe as if she were a piece of merchandise. He then turned to the tall man behind him and remarked,

“She’s a catch. She could be sold at a fair price.”

Sabrina was petrified.

Had she stumbled upon a human trafficker?

Sabrina knew all too well the horrors that awaited those unfortunate women who fell into the clutches of

these ruthless criminals. If she was indeed their target, she feared that her fate would be far worse than

death.

The man looming behind was gaunt and disheveled, his unkempt hair and beard suggesting he hadn’t

seen a razor in ages. He barked impatiently, “Hand over the cash.”

Sabrina’s mind raced as she tried to place the face.

Suddenly, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She stared at the man outside in disbelief.

It was Zeke!

The police had been hot on Zeke’s trail, deploying officers at every bus and train station to apprehend

him. Cornered in Mathias, Zeke had resorted to blending in with the crowd.

Two days ago, someone successfully tracked Zeke down and requested his assistance. Zeke agreed

to the task and brought the human trafficker here. The mastermind behind the scene intended to

transport Sabrina to a secluded spot, strategically preventing Sabrina’s return. The plan was to

facilitate Zeke’s escape from capture after this incident, mirroring events from a decade ago.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Zeke keenly recognized that Sabrina was the one who had unearthed enough evidence to justify

reopening the case. Her actions led him directly to this precarious situation.

Resentment consumed Zeke. Had it not been for Sabrina, those misdeeds he had done years ago

wouldn’t have been laid bare.

Zeke wasted no time traveling here to bring Sabrina to the human trafficker, condemning Sabrina to

stay in a remote place where she would be forced to work hard and bear children.

Although Zeke would have relished witnessing Sabrina’s desperate struggle when sold to the ruthless

human trafficker and suffered, he knew better than to take the risk. After all, the police were after him.

He needed to leave Mathias as soon as possible.

If Sabrina were to go missing, the authorities would intensify their efforts to locate her, rendering it

impossible for him to remain here.

Consequently, he promptly sold her off to the human trafficker for money. He intended to use the

money to facilitate his escape abroad later on.

The stout man retrieved a wad of cash amounting to twenty thousand dollars from his pocket and

offered it to Zeke.

“Here you are.”

Zeke snatched the money from the stout man’s grasp and questioned, “Is this all?”

“Take it or leave it,” the stout man retorted.

“You. Zeke’s eyes narrowed with fury, but he suppressed his anger, unwilling to waste any more time.

He pocketed the cash and turned to Sabrina while addressing the stout man, his voice laced with

malice, “Remember our agreement. Sell her to the remote areas and ensure she never returns!”

“Of course.”

As Zeke turned his back, the stout man spat on the ground. He didn’t need Zeke to caution him about

that. What if Sabrina managed to escape after being sold to a nearby location?