Chapter 3

Emerald Oasis Hotel, Presidential Suite

Sophia sat at the vanity, letting the makeup artist work on her face. In the mirror, her makeup was flawless, but she looked like a soulless puppet.

The white wedding dress lay nearby, like a gorgeous cage.

"Sophia, we're almost done," Clio walked over, a hint of barely noticeable guilt in her voice. "It's time to put on the wedding dress."

Sophia suddenly turned around, dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face, "Mom, I'm begging you, let me see Faye, just once!"

Clio turned her face away, not daring to look into Sophia's eyes.

"Mom!" Sophia grabbed Clio's hand, "I'll agree to anything, I'll marry Ronnie like you want, I'll be obedient, I'll do whatever you say! But please, let me see Faye!"

"This..." Clio hesitated.

Just then, the door was pushed open and Milo Brown walked in. He wore a designer suit, his hair perfectly combed, a fake smile on his face.

"Sophia, why be so negative?" Milo walked up to Sophia, looking down at her, "Marrying Mr. Ford is your good fortune."

"Milo!" Sophia looked up, her eyes full of pleading, "I'm begging you, let me see Faye! Just once, I promise I won't cause any trouble!"

Milo narrowed his eyes and fell silent for a moment.

"Fine," he nodded. "After you put on the wedding dress, before the engagement ceremony starts, I'll have someone bring Faye over."

"Really?" A glimmer of hope flashed in Sophia's eyes.

"When have I ever lied to you?" Milo said with a smile, but that smile was chilling.

What Sophia didn't know was that in the private medical center on the hotel's third basement level, Faye was locked in a cold surgical preparation room.

Several doctors in white coats were checking various surgical instruments, their eyes cold, as if preparing to slaughter livestock.

"Confirmed?" asked a middle-aged doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"Confirmed, AB Rh-negative blood," another young doctor flipped through the test report. "Organ compatibility is also very high, corneas are perfect."

"Excellent," the gold-rimmed glasses doctor sneered. "Mr. Ford said once the engagement ceremony is over, start the surgery immediately. Every organ from this little girl can sell for a fortune."

"What about the blood?"

"Drain it all, not a drop can be wasted. AB Rh-negative blood on the black market can sell for $500,000 per bag."

The doctors laughed greedily, not treating Faye as a living child at all.

Faye curled up in the corner, her little face deathly pale, her eyes full of fear. But she bit her lip, not crying out loud.

"Daddy..." she whispered to herself, "Daddy said he would come, he will definitely come..."

In the Presidential Suite, Sophia finally put on the wedding dress.

The white dress showed off her beautiful figure, but her face was pale as paper, her eyes empty.

"Very good," Milo nodded with satisfaction and pulled out a bank card from his pocket. "Sophia, there's $10 million in here."

Sophia was stunned.

"As long as you stay with Ronnie for a year and give him a child," Milo leaned close to Sophia's ear and said in a low voice, "after one year, I promise to send you and Faye safely away from San Francisco, to anywhere you want to go."

"Are you telling the truth?" A glimmer of hope flashed in Sophia's eyes.

"Of course," Milo smiled. "You're my sister, would I hurt you?"

Sophia took the bank card and clutched it tightly.

She knew Milo wasn't a good person, but right now she had no choice. As long as she could protect Faye, she would do anything.

"Let's go, the engagement party is about to start." Milo turned and left.

Clio walked up to Sophia and gently patted her shoulder, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

"Sophia, I'm sorry," she said in a low voice, but so quietly it was almost inaudible.

Meanwhile, at the Emerald Oasis Hotel entrance.

A convoy of more than a dozen black SUVs slowly approached, an impressive sight.

In the lead vehicle, Damien sat in the back seat, his eyes cold as knives.

"Supreme King, there are Ford family guards blocking the road ahead," Ironclaw, who was driving, said.

Damien looked up and saw more than a dozen bodyguards in black suits standing at the hotel entrance, holding walkie-talkies, checking every vehicle entering the hotel.

Only cars with engagement party invitations could pass.

"Blocking me?" Damien's voice was low, carrying a murderous intent, "Looking for death."

The convoy stopped at the hotel entrance.

A lead bodyguard walked up and knocked on the window, "Please show your invitation."

The window slowly rolled down, revealing Damien's stern face.

"Get lost." Damien said just one word.

The bodyguard was stunned, then his face darkened, "Without an invitation, you can't enter!"

"I said, get lost." Damien's voice grew colder.

"Are you looking for death?" The bodyguard got angry and reached out to pull the car door.

The next second, the car door suddenly opened.

A hand clamped onto the bodyguard's neck like an iron vice, then twisted hard.

The bodyguard's neck was instantly broken, his body falling limply to the ground.

The other bodyguards were shocked and pulled out their guns.

But before they could pull the triggers, more than a dozen black shadows flashed out from the convoy.

The Iron Bear Squad members were all S-level or higher top assassins. Their speed was lightning-fast, their moves ruthlessly efficient.

In less than ten seconds, all of the Ford family bodyguards lay in pools of blood.

"Clean it up." Damien said flatly.

"Yes!"

Several assassins quickly dragged the bodies aside and covered them with black cloth. The whole process was clean and efficient, not attracting anyone's attention.

The convoy continued forward, entering the hotel parking lot.

Damien got out of the car, followed by 100 Iron Bear Squad members. Each of them was fully armed, their bodies radiating intense killing intent.

"Ironclaw, take people to control all hotel exits," Damien ordered. "Ironmount, come with me."

"Yes!"

Damien strode toward the hotel lobby.

As soon as he entered the lobby, he saw several men in suits blocking the way ahead.

The leader was a man around thirty, somewhat handsome but with frivolous eyes—clearly not a decent person.

It was Nash Brown from the Brown family.

"Stop!" Nash held out his hand to block Damien, "Today is Mr. Ford's engagement party, unauthorized people can't enter!"

Damien stopped and looked at Nash coldly.

"Move."

"Move?" Nash sneered, "Who do you think you are, causing trouble here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Damien suddenly struck.

His speed was astonishing. Nash didn't even see how he moved before feeling his neck tighten and his whole body being lifted up.

Nash struggled desperately, his face turning red.

"I'm asking you, where is Sophia?" Damien's voice was like a demon from hell.

"You... who are you..." Nash said with difficulty.

"I'm her man," Damien said word by word. "And Faye's father."

Fear flashed in Nash's eyes.

Faye's father? That man who disappeared five years ago?

"I'll ask one more time, where is Sophia?" Damien's hand tightened more and more.

"She's... on the top floor... Presidential Suite..." Nash said with difficulty.

"Where's my daughter?"

"I... I don't know..."

"Don't know?" A murderous intent flashed in Damien's eyes.

Just then, Ironmount hurried over, his face grave.

"Lord, we found out!" Ironmount said in a deep voice, "Your daughter was taken to the private medical center on the third basement level, they're preparing to..."

He paused, anger flashing in his eyes, "They're preparing to harvest her organs!"

"What?" Damien's pupils instantly contracted.