Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Zhao Huifeng’s Plan

Amy’s gentle voice was laced with a bewitching quality, trying to lure Nina Walsh into a trap adorned with flowers and candy.

But Nina Walsh didn’t respond.

Her subconscious screamed at her that the flowers and candy were just a facade. One step forward, and she would fall into a bottomless abyss.

Looking at Amy’s sincere expression, Nina felt a little dazed. She couldn’t help but wonder, ’Why are these people so patient with me?’

The girl who’d held out with her until the end had been taken to the hospital a few days ago to have her corneas removed. She never came back.

As the girl was dragged away, she was still shouting that she was willing to entertain clients, but Blondie hadn’t given her the chance.

So, why had they given her so many chances?

’They’ve not only kept me around for so many extra days,’ Nina thought, ’but they’ve also sent Amy to persuade me again and again. It’s like they’re treating me differently from the others.’

Nina racked her brain but couldn’t figure out why.

’Is it because my father works for the government, so they have reservations?’

’Or is it because I’m attractive, and they want me to sell myself willingly instead of being "parted out for retail"?’

Seeing Nina Walsh staring at the floor, lost in thought, Amy asked anxiously, "Miss? Miss, are you listening to me?"

Amy’s words snapped Nina Walsh back to reality.

Looking at Amy’s expectant face, Nina just lowered her eyes and remained silent.

After a long pause, Nina spoke softly, her voice hoarse. "I... I need to think about it... Give me two more days."

’All I can do is stall for as long as possible,’ Nina thought. ’I’ve been gone for so long, Dad must have already called the police. If I can just hold out until he and the police find me, I’ll be saved!’

When Amy heard this, a flash of disgust crossed her almond-shaped eyes. ’This woman is so ungrateful! I can’t believe I wasted my breath on her!’

She hated women like Nina Walsh the most. She truly didn’t understand what Nina was being so high-and-mighty about.

’What kind of world are we living in? She’s been dragged here, and she still thinks she’s some pampered little princess from before the apocalypse?’

’Besides, is it so bad here?’

’There’s food and drink, even vegetables and fruit. These days, you can’t find this stuff easily outside!’

’And so what if it’s just entertaining a few men? Isn’t that what women are for?! What’s the difference between being with one man or several?’

Amy scoffed internally. ’My mother was only ever with one man—my father—and in the end, didn’t he sell her with his own two hands? He sent both of us to this place!’

Seeing that Nina Walsh was impervious to both threats and pleas, Amy suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. She maintained her gentle tone and said, "Well, you think it over then, miss. I’ll come see you again next time."

With that, she turned and left.

Seeing Amy come out, Blondie, who had been waiting outside the door, frowned. "Well? Did that bitch inside agree?"

Facing Blondie’s stare, Amy nervously clutched the hem of her short skirt and replied softly, "Yates... I... I tried my best to convince her, but she said she still needs to think about it..."

Blondie flew into a rage. He kicked Amy hard, cursing, "You useless piece of shit!"

Amy’s frail body was knocked to the ground. A dull ache spread through her abdomen, but she bit her lip, not daring to cry out in pain.

Seeing her like that, Blondie wanted to land a few more kicks, but then he remembered she had to entertain clients later, so he held back.

Blondie clicked his tongue and waved his hand dismissively. "That mouth of yours is only good for sweet-talking men. The moment you’re needed for something real, you’re useless. Can’t even persuade one bitch, and now I’m gonna get chewed out because of you. All right, all right, get the hell back to your room!"

Amy scrambled to her feet and stumbled back to the second floor.

After Amy left, Blondie shot a dark look at the closed door and cursed his bad luck under his breath.

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, pulled out his phone, and thought long and hard. After carefully rehearsing what he was going to say, he nervously called his boss.

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