My ex-husband got engaged, I was reborn, and the young master of Beijing's elite circle went cr

Suppressing her nausea, Jian He turned to ask the people who had dumped her there.

"Where am I? Why did you leave me here?"

"Take me home. After you take me home, I will have my family give you a lot of money."

Those people, seeing Jian He's appearance, couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, then turned and left, closing the door behind them.

It seems they've become accustomed to this situation; every woman who falls into their hands has to be "trained."

Jian He struggled to her feet and watched through the window in the door as those people gradually walked away.

Inside the house, there were several women dressed in tattered clothes, huddled together, seemingly unfazed by Jian He's every move.

Jian He returned to their side and tried to talk to them.

"Where do you come from?"

"What place is this again?"

"How long have you been locked up here?"

Jian He threw out a series of questions, but received no answers from the girls. At first, Jian He thought they couldn't understand what she was saying.

So she asked again in English, and the girls did nothing more than shrink to one side.

Using the dim light coming through the window, Jian He took a look at the girls.

Their bodies were covered in blood and had many wounds, clearly inflicted by whips.

Seeing their current situation, Jian He easily thought of herself. Would she also encounter a similar situation in the future?

No, she is Jian He, someone who has already died once. She absolutely cannot let these people manipulate her.

Jian He looked around at her surroundings. She wanted to leave this place; she needed to find a way to get out of here.

Having gone almost a day and a night without food, she was extremely hungry, and in this environment, Jian He had no appetite.

But she knew that she needed to eat and maintain her strength, and these were the decisive factors in whether she could escape from here.

A few hours later, the group that had shoved her in threw in some food that didn't taste very good. Jian He and the other girls picked up the food and stuffed it into their mouths.

That night, Jian He huddled together with the girls and had a restless night's sleep.

The next day, before Jian He had even woken up, those people rushed in, dragged the girls away one by one.

These girls were perhaps numb; they didn't react at all when they were dragged away from there. They were like machines controlled by these people.

Soon, someone dragged Jian He out.

Jian He knew this was not the time to use force; she had to pretend to comply. Only by complying could she possibly save her life.

She tentatively spoke to these people.

"Um, big brother, where are you planning to take me?"

One of them, after hearing Jian He's question, replied, "I'll take you to work."

"Work? What is that?"

Jian He wanted to find out more details, but unexpectedly, one of them slapped her hard across the face.

"Damn it, you talk too much. You'll know what kind of job it is once you get there and see for yourself."

"Let me tell you, you're already in our hands. There's no way you can escape. As long as you do a good job and earn money, we'll let you go back."

After being beaten, Jian He stopped asking questions.

She silently observed her surroundings, recalling what the people on the ship had said.

Those people said they were going to sell her, but now they're saying they'll give her a job?

Soon, Jian He was dragged into a very large room.

The room contained seventy or eighty computers, and next to each computer sat a person with a blank expression. They were either men or women, some typing away, others chatting on the phone.

Seeing this, Jian He understood.

It turns out she was taken to the hideout of a telecom fraud gang.

Back in China, she had heard about the situation there; it was heavily guarded, and escaping was simply impossible.

People who come here have to follow the script given to them to deceive others. If they deceive a lot, they may be beaten less. If they deceive less, they will probably suffer some physical pain.

Of course, none of that matters. The most important thing is that if you don't listen to them and try to escape, you'll probably lose your life here.

Even if they sought help from the local police, they would not be able to be rescued.

In an instant, Jian He had a feeling.

It's all that damned woman Tu Qing's fault. She kidnapped me and left me on a deserted island. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have had to jump into the sea to escape and end up in these people's hands.

Just as Jian He was lost in thought, a man rushed to her side, lifted her petite body, and placed her in front of a computer.

The man asked Jian He, "Can you type?"

"Yes, I will." Jian He nodded in reply.

"Alright, since you can type, this is your task for today. Type what we wrote down here and do your job well." After saying that, the person threw a handwritten notebook in front of Jian He.

Jian He picked it up and saw that everything written in the notebook was about fraud.

Logically speaking, she would not want to collude with these people and engage in fraud.

However, she also knew that once she fell into the hands of these people, she would be powerless to control her own destiny. If she didn't want to lie, then she would just have to wait to die.

Jian He had no choice but to bow her head and follow their instructions, adding some people on WeChat and QQ online, and then chatting with them in the way they taught her.

Half a day has passed, and Jian He's situation is not good.

She kept pausing, wondering how to get the news that her people were here.

But no matter how much she thought about it, she still didn't know what to do.

Just then, the man who had given her the script that morning came out. Seeing that Jian He had been talking for a long time without making any progress, he immediately dragged her up and slapped her twice across the face.

A salty, fishy smell filled Jian He's nasal cavity. She didn't need to look to know that she was bleeding from her nose.

"Damn it, I've been sitting here all morning and haven't made a single progress. Do you want to die?"

"I've made you sit here, wasting your computer and electricity, and you haven't made any progress? Did you think this was a charity, happy to help people?"

"Believe it or not, I can kill you in a minute..."

The man's harsh words aroused Jian He's murderous intent. When she looked up, she was tightly clutching a fountain pen that she used to write.

The pen tip is so sharp it could kill someone...