Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chatper 1350

Chatper 1350

The stout man’s gaze lingered on Sabrina. There was a trace of appreciation and lust in his eyes.

Having been in this line of work for many years, he had planned to call it quits after this deal due to the

mounting risk of being apprehended.

Sabrina’s beauty had surprised him. He believed she could fetch a high price, guaranteeing a

substantial profit.

In the past, whenever he acquired new victims, he always had his way with them first.

He couldn’t wait to get his disgusting hands on Sabrina.

Noticing his intention, Sabrina was on high alert. She tensed involuntarily and tried to control her

trembling body.

“What do you want from me?”

“I want to fuck you, of course!” The stout man eagerly approached Sabrina.

“Go away… Don’t come any closer…” Sabrina’s face was drained of color. She retreated, one step at a

time.

“You’d be wise not to waste your energy. No one will come to your rescue. Be obedient to me, or you’ll

suffer greatly!”

His words made Sabrina froze, jolting her into a state of sobriety.

No one was coming to save her.

She hoped her driver would notice her absence and alert the authorities as soon as possible.

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Sabrina knew she needed to stay calm. She had to replace a way to save herself and take matters into her

own hands.

After regaining her composure, Sabrina took a deep breath and said, “You wanted money, right? My

family is wealthy. If you release me, I can give you as much money as you want.”

“Do you take me for a fool? Don’t waste your breath!” The stout man sneered, his eyes fixed on

Sabrina.

He couldn’t deny that Sabrina was exquisite and refined. Perhaps her family was indeed affluent.

However, it was better to sell her and finish the job. Otherwise, she might report him to the authorities

later.

Approaching Sabrina, he shoved Sabrina, leaving her helpless on the ground, bound and unable to

rise.

Desperately, Sabrina pleaded, “You can only sell me to remote areas.

Those men are of humble backgrounds. How much could you sell me for?

But if you release me, I can give you five hundred thousand or even a million!”

Hearing this, the stout man stopped. Sabrina’s words made sense.

Those men in remote areas were normally impoverished and lacked the skills to accumulate wealth.

Therefore, few women would be willing to marry them.