Chapter 675
Chapter 0675
The auction hall's large screen flickered, casting an unsettling light and filling the room with a sense of dread. The once-curious
crowd now stared wide-eyed, frightened by Claudia's eerie smile and the sinister laughter echoing from the speakers. Nicholas
spread his coat wide and wrapped me tightly in his arms. I could hear him repeating softly, "It's okay. Everything will be fine..."
But my entire body trembled uncontrollably in his embrace. Fine? How could anything be fine?
"Nicholas, why did you come here?" I mumbled the question to myself.
If he hadn't come, there would've been no one to shield me. I might have had to face everything alone, forcing myself to be
strong.
I might have been compelled to confront the "so-called disgrace" head-on, instead of having my most unspeakable vulnerabilities
laid bare before him.
The flickering light painted jagged shadows on his face. His eyes, looking at me, reflected worry and pain.
My face looked pale and hollow in his gaze, and for a moment, I felt lost. As long as he was here, all I wanted was to rely on him.
So much for not wanting to involve him or thinking I could handle things on my own. The moment I saw him, all those resolutions
I shook my head, closed my eyes tightly, and stumbled backward.
"Ari, it's okay. I'll never let anything happen to you!"
Nicholas's voice was filled with anguish. He couldn't bear to watch me endure so much pain. He blamed himself for noticing too
late, for failing to protect me, for making me feel so insecure.
Realizing something, I abruptly pulled out my phone and pointed it at the screen. "Nicholas, you've already seen the photos.
Looking at them again doesn't matter. This time, even if Claudia had nine lives, I'm sending her to prison!" Nicholas froze briefly
before lifting his hand to block my camera lens.
"Ari, there won't be any-"
Before he could finish, the screen suddenly jumped, and images began pouring out one after another. But...
"Why aren't these my photos?"
I wasn't the only one confused.
Gasps erupted throughout the room. "Why are all these photos of Mr. Fisher?"
Photo after photo appeared-Nelson with different women, many of whom looked incredibly young. The stream of images
continued until photos of Nelson entangled with Claudia also surfaced.
The screen wasn't just showing images-it included text descriptions detailing the horrifying experiences of minors at The Secret
as well.
The narratives exposed how
underage boys and girls were
coerced into submission. If they resisted, they were beaten or drugged. There was no escape, no turning back.
To these people, humans were nothing but tools to satisfy desires, each with a clear price tag.
The screen flickered again, now playing a video. In the footage, Nelson grabbed a young girl's hair and smashed her head
against the corner of a table repeatedly.
"Isn't there someone waiting for a kidney transplant? If she doesn't behave, there's no point in keeping her alive. We may as well
make some money off her!" Finally, he let go, and the girl slumped over, her head drenched in blood. Unconscious, she was
dragged away by another person who gripped her legs.
No one knew where they were taking her. A trail of blood stained the pristine white carpet behind her.
The entire hall fell silent. Some women, overwhelmed with fear and disgust, covered their mouths, sobbing.
Everyone turned to Nelson, who was sprawled over the stage, their gazes filled with revulsion-as if staring at a demon. The girl in
the video looked no older than ten.
Nicholas' voice broke the silence, gentle but firm. "I had someone swap out the contents of Claudia's USB drive.
"She no longer has your photos. There's nothing to be afraid of anymore-there won't be a single picture of you out there
anymore."
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