Chapter 247

247 Rescued the Fifth Son of the Quinnell Family on a Rescue Mission
247 Rescued the Fifth Son of the Quinnell Family on a Rescue Mission
The little girl still had a smile when she turned around, only to suddenly go limp and fall into Wynter’s
arms. Yarra’s eyes widened in shock.
“You drugged her too?” she asked.
“She’s six years old. Her values are already formed.” Wynter glanced at her. “Some children can be
crueler than you think.”
Yarra was still hesitating, but Wynter had already started to act. Wynter had studied criminal
investigation. In criminal investigations, psychology was an important subject.
There had been cases where villagers surrounded police cars and interfered with arrests. Even when
their identities were revealed, some villagers pretended not to hear and criticized
others instead.
Simple kindness and ignorant evil existed in rural areas, especially in a village where wives could be
bought with money. This was not the countryside. It was hell.
Even Yarra and Wynter only decided to believe what was happening after they did their investigation.
Verification was still needed for the rest of the people, even if they were
children.
The cellar was deep and spacious, with a lower temperature than the surface. The most common items
inside were Watermelons, along with some sweet potatoes and potatoes.
Wynter smelled a strong scent of blood as soon as she went in it was easier to find people by following
the scent. Turning on her phone, she raised it to take a picture of the far corner.
What came into view was a man shackled with iron chains…is black trench coat was soaked through
with blood from his shoulders, and his l*ps were purple and cracked due to prolonged dehydration.
With the drug he had used, it seemed like Nathan was intending to slowly torture this man
to death.
Despite this shackled man’s wretched condition, his dark eyes opened when Wynter
approached him. They were filled with vigilance as he lifted his head, revealing a handsome, but cold
and pale face.
The man’s beauty was so striking it felt intimidating and exuded an aura of iron–blooded determination.
Seeing his cold, pale complexion and deep, dark eyes, Wynter, who had come to rescue him,
247 Rescued the Fifth Son of the Quinnell Family on a Rescue Mission
paused for a moment. After all, the calluses on his fingertips were not commonly seen. They were only
found in those who frequently wielded guns.
While Wynter was assessing the man, the man was also sizing her up. The six sons of the Quinnell
family from Kingbourne each had their strengths.
The eldest, Albert Quinnell, handled the family business negotiations both domestically and
internationally.
The other five sons operated in the shadows, their information rarely made known to the public.
The fifth son, Elliot, especially, had joined the military early on. It was said that he
possessed the most beautiful face but remained elusive, as he was either on missions or had run away
from home.
The man before her was indeed Ellough he had subdued many with his thunderous methods, he had
never expected to fall into the hands of ordinary people.
Elliot would never have been caught off guard if he were facing criminals. Unfortunately, he found
himself confronting the very people he was supposed to protect. Elliot had overly high expectations of
human nature.
In reality, anyone from out of town would be easily deceived in Paradise Village. It wasn’t because the
swindlers were exceptionally skilled. The deceived were too “honest and kind.”
If one were not a girl, but a grown man, these swindlers wouldn’t give them the time of day. They might
even warmly welcome the men and introduce them to the local sights.
The swindlers didn’t abduct just anyone. They were selective. Those who dressed too conspicuously
were avoided. They favored innocent, gentle, and clean–looking female
students.
If Elliot hadn’t coincidentally rescued Yarra and was just passing through Paradise Village, he wouldn’t
have noticed any issues in the village at all. No one would have imagined that the entire town was
plagued by such practices.
Having now understood the darkness lurking here, Elliot only looked at Wynter impassively as he
asked, “Who are you?”
“Your ally,” Wynter replied, tugging on the iron chain in his hand. “Like Yarra, I was also a naive student
who was abducted and brought here.”
Click! With that, the iron shackle opened. Elliot looked at Wynter with his eyebrows raised, wondering
about how she said she was a naive student.
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