Chapter 3

Three days later, Olivia Miller was able to disembark from the ship.

Her clothes, wallet, phone, and bank card-everything was new. The clothes, in particular, fit so perfectly it was almost frightening.

"I am Mr. Henderson 's assistant, William Taylor. Quick 2 is my number. If you have any instructions, you can contact me directly," said William Taylor in a soft voice.

Olivia Miller shook her head. "I don't have any instructions. Clearly, this has nothing to do with me."

William Taylor heard this and smiled indifferently. "I will escort you off the ship."

Once she disembarked, Olivia Miller finally saw the entire luxury cruise ship. Her experiences over the past few days had always felt unreal. The only thing that was real was the pain in her body, which caused a sharp pain in her heart that she couldn't attend to at that moment.

When they arrived at the intersection to call a taxi, William Taylor drove up in a black Maybach, opened the rear door, and said, "Please, get in."

Olivia Miller shook her head firmly. "No need. I can take a taxi home on my own."

"This is an order from Mr. Henderson . He asked me to take you to your residence," William Taylor said, then added, "This is Mr. Henderson 's residence here."

It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her, and Olivia Miller finally understood what William Taylor meant. She said, disappointed, "I understand."

James Henderson had already told her she must always be available for him, expecting her to do things without needing to be told, just implied. Such things could certainly not be done on the streets; they had to be done in a special love nest. This was to familiarize her with the route.

The car drove for more than an hour and stopped at the most expensive Kamper Garden community in Natel City. A luxurious villa spanning over a thousand square meters with a fountain and a swimming pool in the yard.

"Mr. Henderson rarely stays here. He just asks for regular cleaning by the housekeeper. Now Miss Miller can use this place freely, and you can contact me anytime if you need anything," William Taylor said, handing a set of keys to Olivia Miller.

Olivia Miller looked at the keys in her hand, and her only feeling was, "Your boss is really rich."

One hundred million US dollars was such a huge amount that she couldn't even conceptualize it. Now, with this luxurious villa for her to use freely, someone like her who had been bought-this was truly shocking.

William Taylor smiled lightly and said, "There's a car in the garage, the car keys are inside, and the money on your card is unlimited. Please feel free to use it as you wish."

Olivia Miller paused for a moment before saying, "Your boss is very generous."

"Money is just a number. If you make the master happy, he will definitely not treat you badly," William Taylor said, as though it were a fact.

What mattered was not the money, but that James Henderson was very pleased with Olivia Miller. How the money was spent didn't matter, so why not spend it on something that made him happy?

"Heh... treating me well..." Olivia Miller lost her words, suddenly remembering what James Henderson had said: as long as she made him happy and he felt good, he would give her tips that she could use to pay off her debt.

She unconsciously shivered. Making him happy was impossible. She had been left helpless, nearly tortured to death by James Henderson . If she tried to please him, she might actually lose her life.

After all, she and James Henderson came from two completely different worlds, with no way to connect.

"If there are no further questions, I will take my leave," said William Taylor, reminding her at the end, "Please turn on your phone."

With that, William Taylor turned and left.

"Wait..." Olivia Miller suddenly called out to him and asked, "I didn't voluntarily participate in the Night Color auction. Was I kidnapped and brought there by Night Color?"

Over the past few days, she had been thinking about one question: Why was she at the auction?

"Night Color never robs civilians; they have their own sources," William Taylor said, as if it were a fact, turning to Olivia Miller. "In other words, someone kidnapped you and sold you to Night Color, and that's how you ended up being auctioned by them."

The heavy blow hit her like a ton of bricks, making it hard to breathe.

"I'll leave now. Contact me if you need anything," said William Taylor, before driving away.

Olivia Miller was left alone; staring at the empty villa, she felt a coldness seep through her entire body.

Without going inside, she sat on a garden bench. Now that she finally had some quiet time, she needed to sort out her thoughts.

She remembered clearly that yesterday was her 20th birthday-a rare occasion when Mr. Miller called her, saying everything was ready at home and asking her to come home to celebrate.

At first, she hesitated, but remembering how rare her father's calls were, she decided to go back. When she arrived, her stepmother, Sophia Miller, and her half-brother, Ross Miller, were both there. Surprisingly, there was no argument. She didn't drink alcohol and went to sleep after eating.

Then she woke up at the auction.

The answer was on the tip of her tongue, but she still wanted clarification.

She got up and hurried outside, only to remember that Kamper Garden was a luxury gated community where it was impossible to get a taxi at the entrance. Though she was reluctant to use James Henderson 's things, she had no other choice at that moment, so she opened the door to the garage.

A row of sports cars greeted her, in various colors that left Olivia Miller in awe. Though she had passed her driving test and had some knowledge about cars, she didn't know much. None of the cars in front of her were familiar. In the end, she chose the white one; it seemed less flashy.

The Millers also lived in Natel City, just half an hour from Kamper Garden.

After parking the car downstairs, Olivia Miller felt a sharp chill as she headed up to the Shen family's residence-not a separate villa, but a high-end community.

Since high school, she had never spent a penny of her family's money, though that didn't mean the Millers lacked money.

Why had they treated her like this?

Using her key, she opened the door, and before she could step inside, she heard the voice of her stepmother, Sophia Miller, full of self-righteousness: "I did everything for this family. The company has so much debt; if we don't sell her, how will we pay it? We've raised her for years, now it's time to make use of her. That's what she's supposed to do."

Her father's voice was very low, full of guilt, but not much blame, just saying, "She's my biological daughter... How... How should I face her mother who's already gone with what you've done?"

"Oh, I know, you still remember that mistress," Sophia Miller's voice rose as she shouted at Mr. Miller, "If you hadn't refused to divorce that adulteress, why should I have aborted our child? What, do you want to bring her back, or is she going to come looking for you again? I know that mistress is shameless. Just wait, I'll go scratch her face soon."

"What... What are you talking about?" Mr. Miller said, frustration and anger mixing in his voice, "We're talking about Claire now, where did you take her?"

"I sent the photo, and someone bid a million," Sophia Miller said arrogantly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. If she had known Olivia Miller could be sold for so much, she would have gotten rid of her much earlier. "With that million, we can pay off the company's debts and even send Ross abroad. Besides, relying on someone like you, my child and I will starve to death."

"You can't do that to Claire," Mr. Miller's voice grew louder.

Sophia Miller's voice became more shrill, "I've already done it, what are you going to do about it now? If you dare, go report it to the police, let the whole family die together."

Olivia Miller, standing outside the door, couldn't stand to listen any longer. She barged in forcefully, and with a loud "clang," Sophia Miller and Mr. Miller, who had been arguing, were forced to turn and look. Their expressions changed drastically when they saw Olivia Miller, especially Sophia Miller, whose eyes almost popped out.

"I've already called the police. Human trafficking crimes are enough to put you in prison until you die," Olivia Miller said coldly.