Before long, the creaky sound of an old spring mattress echoed from the room, loud enough to be heard through the closed door.
One of the thugs, a bit envious, remarked, "Lucky One-Eye gets all the breaks. How'd he land such a prime catch?"
"Would you want that kind of luck? It's a death sentence."
"Just remember, this was all One-Eye's impulsive move. It's got nothing to do with us."
They all nodded in agreement.
They were clearly looking for someone to take the blame.
After the noise subsided, Inked Guy, with a scowl on his face, turned to Adelaide. "You can come down now, can't you?"
Adelaide's expression was twisted with excitement as she climbed down from the window, using the wall for support.
She dashed to the door, her face lit with glee as she listened to the commotion inside.
Morwenna, with her good looks and figure, was a rare sight for these thugs who rarely saw a decent woman. There was no way they could resist someone like her, scantily clad.
Adelaide had finally managed to ruin Morwenna, and with the ugliest, most repulsive man at that.
Adelaide listened at the door for a while, savoring the moment. Once she was satisfied, she reached for the door handle, eager to see Morwenna’s pitiful, terrified state for herself. She wanted to witness Morwenna’s fall into despair, just like she had.
But the door was locked from the inside.
She snorted, not bothering to intervene. She had no intention of rescuing Morwenna.
Seeing Adelaide’s erratic behavior, the thugs left her alone. Even Inked Guy refrained from bothering Morwenna further.
All they wanted now was for Phineas to arrive, hand over Morwenna, and collect their payment.
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