Thieves Den

[Martina's P.O.V.]

The long journey finally came to a halt.

Before I could do anything, someone quickly opened the trunk and jumped in. I could feel him frantically rummaging around for something.

He must have been searching for the treasure. I did not know who he was, but I suddenly felt a pang of fear. I silently shrank back and placed the cutlery in the opposite direction from where I was.

There was a series of clanging sounds. That person had indeed taken all the treasures.

"Boss, it's the platings this time. Take a look."

"It looks pretty good. You're really getting better and better at this."

"Isn't that all because of your good teachings? Rich people don't need so many things in their homes. Just taking out a few of them can make us rich."

"This time, the quality is better than the previous ones. It will definitely sell for a good price. When the time comes, the dividends will be given generously to you."

"Thank you, boss!"

My feelings were a little complicated. On one hand, my heart ached that these valuable treasures were not in my arms anymore. On the other hand, it sounded like these people had stolen from my sc*mbag father many times. Yet, he has not discovered his stolen goods, what a joke.

"Are there any other treasures this time? Is that canvas covered with something else?"

Hearing this, my heart suddenly tightened. Canvas? They were not talking about me, right?

A huge force struck me. The canvas that I had relied on to hide was mercilessly taken away. I was forced to look into the eyes of a wretched-looking man.

When the man saw that I had the gaze of someone who had discovered a new world, that gaze made me feel disgusted.

"Boss, what a pleasant surprise, it's a great beauty!"

After hiding for a long time, my hair was covered in straw, and my face was covered in dust. I was also wearing the maid's clothes. Therefore, this thief named Simon only thought that I was good-looking and did not know that I was the mistress of his mistress.

The procurement car did not go to the market, it only drove straight to the thieves den. I did not have a chance to get out of the car and escape. Now, I became worried about my own safety being here.

How can there be good people in the thieves' den?

I do not intend to expose my identity. My identity is too shameful to share with others. If it was Anna, and they asked for ransom money, she would be in good hands. However, my father did not care about me at all. If I revealed my identity and they asked him to pay the ransom, the thief would not be able to get a single cent, which would only put me in more danger.

So, I decisively pretended to have just woken up and said, "What happened? I fell asleep. Is the shopping done?"

[Hans's P.O.V.]

When Simon said that there was a beautiful woman in the car, I did not believe him at all. I knew this guy very well. He was greedy and liked to take advantage of others. However, that was all he could do. If I asked him to do something bigger, he would not have the guts to be a bigger thief.

Besides, Simon had never experienced the outside world before. The beautiful woman in his eyes was most likely a vulgar woman.

Simon's acting was too good. He danced as if there really was a beautiful woman in the car. In order to beat him up later, I had no qualms about checking his joke out.

I fell for it.

I had slept with many women. Women with heavy makeup, women with a little makeup, innocent students with clean backgrounds... I had seen all the usual types.

This woman, however, was not it. Even if her body was dirty, I could tell at a glance that she was different from the others.

Her big eyes were bright and full of energy, and they were filled with the entire galaxy. Her facial features were the creator's most outstanding masterpiece. They were so natural and beautiful that I had forgotten even my own name at this point.

I swallowed hard, and my heart could not help but beat wildly as if it was going to jump out of my chest.

My face and ears were heating up, making me look like a cooked shrimp.

I was turned on, very turned on. I wanted to do many things to her that no one would dare say out loud. 

I did not know if my gaze was dull or aggressive. I only knew that the beauty in front of me had given me a face full of straw.

The beauty's voice was even better, she sounded like a nightingale singing. I was intoxicated by the beautiful tone, so I had no idea what she had said.

It was not until the pain on my face called back my consciousness that I grabbed the beauty who was trying to escape. I teased, "Beauty, you still want to leave after hitting me?"

I grabbed her hands. They were so soft. I asked, "Beauty, what's your name? Are you specifically here for me to f*ck you?"

"Who do you care who I am? Why is the Marcus family's shopping cart here?"The beauty struggled violently. She hit and scratched me, leaving red marks on my arms.

"That's not important." I grabbed the beauty's crazy hands and turned to Simon. "Leave. I want to teach this beauty a lesson."

I could clearly see the unwillingness on Simon's face, but he could only leave dejectedly. He knew his own limits. Such a beautiful lady, perhaps I would consider giving her to him after I was done with her?