Heart Hunting

In a dim basement.

The room was only about 20 to 30 square meters. In the room, there was a scruffy sofa on the cob brick floor and a staircase by the door. This was an extremely shabby place.

There was no moonlight coming in. A dim yellow chandelier hanging from the ceiling was the only faint light that illuminating this place.

Poppy was tied up and curled up. She was thrown at the corner like some garbage. When she woke up, she felt groggy. Then she opened her eyes narrowly and checked the surroundings. There was nobody else around.

She tried to struggle, only to find that she was tied up tight like a mummy. She could barely move her fingers!

Then she gave up struggling and recalled what happened before she passed out.

When she came out of the bathroom. A woman wore heavy perfume pass by her, and the pungent scent made her frowned in discomfort.

Then...

she lost consciousness.

Poppy suddenly realized that the scent must be knockout perfumes.

While she was thinking, someone came down the stairs. She heard the step approaching and remained calm. She looked so peaceful as if she was waiting for something that had been expected.

A fierce big guy with thick stubbles on his face walked in, followed by about five of his subordinates. Those people had dark skin and their accent didn't sound like American. Poppy guessed they were from the Middle East. "Boss, she is awake!"

One them came over and checked Poppy.

Poppy looked at him calmly in the eyes. Then she looked at the man that they called "boss".

The man stepped forward; his eyes gleaming. Then she touched her cheeks and muttered, "What a beauty!"

His Adam's apple moved. Then he pecked on her face and exclaimed, "Her skin's like silk!"

His eyes looked down and skimmed on Poppy's tightly tied-up body. The woman was in a very sexy shape. He couldn't help but reached out his hand to squeeze her breasts. "Wow, that's some bouncy chest!"

He had been very badly turned on, so he stood up and yelled at his subordinates, "Go out and guard outside. It will be a pity if we kill her without doing anything!"

Upon hearing him say that, other people in the room looked at each other and asked, "Boss... after you finish, could you please let us..."

"Hahaha... everyone will have his share! Now go out and keep the door for me!"

Those subordinates were wild with joy. Talking and laughing, they geared up and walked up to the door on the first floor.

The man untied his belt in a hurry and carried her to the scruffy sofa. Then he loosened some of the ropes. Before he threw himself on her, Poppy said calmly, "You said it will be a pity if I got killed. I have an idea that can help you to finish your task and make more money at the same time." The man hesitated because he didn't know the woman spoke English. She was speaking very fluently.

When he realized that, he stopped to look at her vigilantly. Suspicion and caution took over his eyes. Then he replied, "You want me to let you go? That's impossible!"

"I didn't say that. You don't need to get so flustered."

Poppy smiled. She looked so confident and convincing.

However, the man still looked at her and said, "You're stalling for time so that your friends can come to rescue you, right? But there are countless basements on Boha Street. I'm sure before he arrives, you would already have been..."

The man clearly told her the name of the street, which meant that he was sure that Poppy wouldn't have any chance to sneak away.

"I'm just giving you advice, not stalling for time." Poppy tried to explain.

"What's your point?"

The man asked. He hated her for being so ambiguous. "I'm a man of my words. Don't you try to fool me and get away!"

Poppy smiled harder and promised, "Don't worry, I won't run away. I just want to tell you that rather than kill me, you might as well sell me. That you will earn more because I'm still a virgin!" Poppy said the last two words very clearly to highlight that point.

"virgin!"

The man's eyes were shimmering. He couldn't take them away from her body and beautiful face. That would earn him a great fortune.

"Think about it. You've already earned enough for tying me up, and you can even earn more if you sell me. You'd be a fool for not doing that!"

Poppy's shimmering eyes were so fascinating and seductive. Her lips opened and closed, which made her even more charming. One would be convinced just by her facial expressions.

The man was surprised at how smarter the woman actually was than that she appeared to be. Her advice sounded reasonable. He would never let go of any chance to earn more, especially it was all dollars this time.

However, he also had to give it a second thought on whether he really wanted to do that.

"Thomas, Hans! Come down, now!"

It seemed that the man had given up forcing himself into her.

His two subordinates walked down, only to see her safe and sound. The two asked with confusion, "Boss, why did you stop?"

"I don't want to do it because I'm aiming for a bigger deal. You two keep an eye on her for me. There's no way for you to pay for the loss if she escapes."

The man threatened the two. Then he took a glance at her and left.

"Why did he stop?"

"That's odd. I thought we were going to have a nice 'dinner' after he finished."

The two were disappointed. Poppy lay on the sofa and watched them. Then she deliberately said to them, "That was because he came up with a way to make money. Imagine how much more you will earn if you sell me... and with that much money, you'll have the chance to play with two, three... or even four women...

She paused and continued, "Don't you think it would be a waste if you kill me without doing anything?"

The two men thought she was right. They agreed on it that the woman with such a beautiful face would earn them a great fortune.

They heard that in the black market, virgins were sold at higher prices. Now they really wonder how a woman could be such a beauty and a virgin at the same time.

**

Meanwhile, Arno pulled some strings in New York and tried to find Poppy. However, a whole day had passed and they hadn't found any trance of hers.

"Where are you, Poppy." Arno muttered to himself.

Suddenly, Kenny's figure crossed his mind.

He frowned and hesitated. Given how influential and rich Kenny was, his chance of finding Poppy was greater.

It was early in the morning and Kenny was just about to fell asleep.

His phone ring broke the silence of the room. Kenny was drenched in his thoughts and was almost stunned by the abrupt sound. As he realized it was the phone, he picked it up and surprisingly found that it was a strange number. "Mr. Murphy, excuse me for calling you at night. This is Arno Lewis."

Kenny's face changed upon hearing the name. He asked immediately, "Why are you calling me? What happened to Poppy?"

"Yes, Poppy is missing. I asked all my friends in New York to search for her, but so far, nothing has been found."

"What?

It's been a day?

Why didn't you call me earlier?"

He immediately got up from the bed and didn't feel sleepy at all. All he had was anger.

Kenny looked solemn. Without a word, he hung up the phone and called Aaron to let him temporarily take charge of the company. He took two bodyguards and took a private jet to New York in the middle of the night. The sky out of the window turned from night to day. The jet lag alone was tiring enough.

Over ten hours later, Kenny arrived in New York.

He called Arno as soon as he got off the plane. "Where are you?"

"Hilton Hotel Business Suite B2."

When he arrived at the hotel, Arno invited him in. He asked hastily, "Any updates?"

Arno shook his head, "Not yet, I have sent my people to search all the nightclubs, but nothing has been found."

"What about the warehouse?"

Kenny thought for a while and asked. "How about the warehouse in the wilderness near Bradaham?"

"We've searched that place, too, but nothing was found."

Kenny fell in silence, and he was quickly thinking about something in his mind.

"It is very likely that she has been kidnapped by Hilda. Hilda has kept sending someone to kill Poppy before."

Arno suddenly felt frustrated and sighed, "I've contacted all my people from both governments and the underworld in New York, but we've found nothing."

"At least we've heard nothing bad, which means she's safe at this moment."

"Although New York is a very big city, I've almost had every corner searched. God knows who she is now!"

Arno Lewis felt so frustrated.

Kenny was very calm. He quickly came up with an idea and asked, "Have you tried the black market?"

"The black market?"

Arno was surprised. Actually, he had never thought of that place.

The black market was a place where you could buy everything as long as you have the money. You could have people to hunt, to steal and even to rob. You could hire killers and had someone killed. Kenny stood up and said, "I'm leaving for the black market now. You have your people keep searching. Just keep in touch, OK?"

"OK," Arno answered.000000000☐☐☐☐☐