The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 436

The old man had barely finished his sentence when the bald men lounging on the couch erupted in raucous laughter. “Ha! Robert, you're really overestimating your daughter, ain't ya? I could wrap up a deal with some D-list Instagram model for a fraction of a million! What’s your girl got, a golden pussy that’ll send us to heaven after a round, huh?”

“Seriously, a million bucks? Get outta here! With that kinda dough, I could have my pick of the ladies. Who in their right mind would want your sour-faced princess?”

“But hey, if you send her over for all of us to enjoy, spending a little cash is no big deal. Tell you what, I’ll throw you half a mil. If you want it, clean her up and send her over. If not, get lost!”

Their crude jokes and lewd comments filled the air, making Hector clench his fists in anger. The disrespect towards women was appalling; they were the scum of the earth!

But what shattered Hector’s worldview even more was the sleazy-looking old man who was actually grinning from ear to ear, eagerly lighting the bald men's cigarettes. “Davin's right, I’ll do as you say. I’ll go get her cleaned up and ready to serve you.”

Davin took a drag from the cigarette the old man had lit, arrogantly blowing smoke in his face. “That’s more like it. But I’ll only pay half upfront. How do I know if she's really pure? If she ain't, I’m being played!”

The old man assured him confidently, “Davin, I wouldn’t dare deceive you. If my little girl ain’t a virgin, you won’t owe me a dime.”

Davin nodded lazily. “Fine, then get her over here. We pay when we see the goods. If she pleases us, you’ll get the rest, instantly.”

With that, Davin kicked the old man. “What are you waiting for? Go!”

Stumbling back a few steps, the old man still managed a smile. “You’re right, Davin. I’ll go get my daughter. But, about my gambling debts…”

“Cut the crap! Once I’ve had my fun with your girl, we'll talk. After you get that half a mil, you can pay off your debts and have a little leftover to enjoy yourself,” Davin barked. “Now go! If I lose interest, you can’t even give her away!”

Frantic, the old man hurried out of the bar.

Hector, fuming with rage, restrained himself to avoid blowing his cover. He suspected that this man, Robert, could be Bianca’s father. But what if he wasn't?

The world was full of such tragedies, and he couldn't possibly intervene in them all.

Lost in thought, Hector noticed the man, Robert, leave the bar. Not wanting to lose track of him, Hector quickly followed, tailing him out of the establishment.

Robert’s slight figure stood outside the bar before hailing a cab and driving off.

Hector followed in his own car, keeping a discreet distance behind the taxi. The taxi weaved through the streets of Hawaii, eventually pulling up to a run-down slum area. The place was filthy and decrepit, littered with trash and stray plastic bags fluttering in the wind, the stench revolting.

Robert got out of the cab after some haggling with the driver, who drove off cursing about being shortchanged. Hector heard the driver complain when the cab passed him.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash. Hector had kicked down the reed matting, storming in like a knight in shining armor, bellowing, “Let her go!”

Bianca had left Hector's place the night before with tears in her eyes, staring into the dark. She was fearful of returning home yet having nowhere else to go. As soon as she went home, Robert grabbed her and beaten her, demanding to know where she had been.

Robert reached out to Bianca for money, but Bianca had been at Hector's house these days and hadn't made any. Robert angrily beat Bianca up again before heading towards the casino.

Now, with Robert intent on tying her up, Bianca had lost all hope. Time and again, her father wanted to trade her body. What was the point of such a life?

In the depths of her despair, Bianca had considered ending it all when Hector, like a savior, appeared.

In that fleeting moment, Bianca's mind raced to a movie she had once seen - a tale where the heroine's true love was a gallant hero, destined to arrive on a white steed, clad in shining armor to sweep her off her feet!

Hector, at this moment, was not adorned in the glittering armor of her cinematic fantasies. Instead, he stood before her in a dashing suit that seemed to cut through her distress like a knight in modern attire, ready to rescue her from her dire predicament.

Her heart, rebellious and untamed, began to thrum wildly against her ribs, propelling her to muster all her courage. With a voice tinged with hope and desperation, she cried out, "Sir!"