Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 102: When he woke again, he found himself trapped in this place. He stared at the crumbling ceiling above him, his gaze slowly shifting downward. When he saw his naked body, he subconsciously tried to sit up, only to realize that his hands and feet were tightly chained to the bedframe!

What the hell was happening?

Had he been kidnapped?

But why strip him down like this if it was just a ransom job? Heart pounding, he yanked violently against the chains, desperate to break free. From the shadows in the corner, a low, steady voice broke the silence. "Save your energy. Those chains aren't going anywhere."

Startled, Jarrod twisted his body toward the voice, shouting, "Who's there?"

"What do you want with me?"

"You made enemies with someone you shouldn't have."

Whoever had used a dark-net app like Killer to hire a bounty hunter was definitely not just anyone.

Staring wildly around, Jarrod shouted, "I don't even know who you're talking about! If it's money you want, just say the word. I'll pay - I'll give you whatever you want!"

No answer came. Instead, a tall figure dressed in black stepped from the shadows, his face hidden behind a dark cloth.

Without a word, the man pulled out his phone and snapped photos of Jarrod's exposed, helpless body.

"Stop it! Don't you dare!" Jarrod cried out, desperately twisting to shield his face and cover himself, humiliation burning hotter than fear.

Once he finished taking the photos, the masked man strode over to the door and swung it open.

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Without glancing back, he spoke to someone outside. "He's all yours. Have fun."

From the hallway, several haggard, ragged old women shuffled in, their eyes gleaming with malicious excitement the moment they spotted Jarrod.

"Stay away! What are you doing?! Get back!" Jarrod shouted, his voice trembling as he watched them approach with wicked grins. His face twisted in panic, his mind racing.

Coming from the slums, these women had probably never laid eyes on a man so handsome and well-built. Like vultures spotting an easy meal, they rushed at him.

"Oh no. No, no, no," he muttered under his breath, horror sinking in.

Faced with the horrifying prospect of being violated by these filthy women, despair washed over him. He would rather die than endure such humiliation. Jarrod cast one last, hopeless glance at the ceiling before slamming his head against the wall.

The impact knocked him unconscious instantly.

Maia had just arrived at the Marvelous Garden residential complex, ready to pick up some everyday items for her new apartment, when her phone screen suddenly went dark. Moments later, a chat box appeared.

It was a highly secure, encrypted chat.

A series of compromising photos appeared, each capturing Jarrod in unsettling situations with aged women behaving indecently toward him.

"Boss, the target has fainted. Should we keep going?"

Maia saved the images with a swift tap, paused briefly to think, then typed back, "That's enough."

The chat box vanished, and her phone returned to normal.

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