Chapter 163:
Makenna’s POV:
After that intense encounter, I was utterly drained, both physically and emotionally. But Dominic seemed unsatisfied, reaching for me as if ready for another round. Irritated, I shoved him away, refusing to let him get any closer.
“No! If you try anything else, I’ll scream, and we’ll both regret it!”
Maybe it was the firm edge in my voice or the fact that he had already taken what he wanted once, but he finally backed off, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine,” he said, gesturing for me to get dressed.
Once I was dressed and had regained some semblance of composure, I demanded, “Now, can you tell me about that scar-faced man?”
Dominic calmly fastened the last button on his shirt, his face showing no sign of the raw encounter we had just endured. “He was executed by my father,” he replied nonchalantly.
I blinked, stunned. “Just like that? No investigation?”
His lips curled into a faint smile. “What did you expect? From what I’ve discovered, dozens of women have been trafficked in the red-light district over the past year alone.”
“That many?” My eyes widened in shock. “How is this happening so frequently without anyone doing anything?” Even though the red-light district operated in a murky area of the law, trafficking women was clearly illegal. How could such a heinous crime go unchecked so many times? Where was the justice?
“Who would dare to intervene?” Dominic’s fingers toyed with a strand of my hair, his tone laced with bitter sarcasm. “The women who go missing are all commoners, and the Harrison family wields enormous power. No one wants to risk crossing them.”
A heavy silence fell between us as sadness welled up inside me.
Only now was I beginning to grasp the full extent of the Harrison family’s influence. How many families had lost daughters, sisters, yet no one dared speak out against them?
Perhaps some had tried to seek help, but who would be brave—or foolish—enough to challenge the might of the Harrison family?
𝖂𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌ꞏ𝖈𝖔𝖒
To these elites, the lives and safety of commoners were meaningless.
I sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Hesitantly, I asked, “Does the king know about this?” If Leonardo was aware and still chose to do nothing, that would be the ultimate despair…
Dominic’s eyes lowered, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “No one would dare bring this to my father’s attention.”
His words set my mind racing.
So, there was a chance that Leonardo was in the dark about all this?
A plan began to form in my mind. If I could find a way to expose these crimes publicly, ensuring Leonardo learned of them, could the Harrison family still escape justice? Would Kristina still be able to use her family’s power to intimidate and manipulate me?
But I quickly snapped out of my thoughts because Dominic was watching me closely, his gaze sharp and knowing. It was as if he could see right through me, as if he knew exactly what I was planning.
A chill ran down my spine. I couldn’t think clearly with him around, so I quickly made up an excuse to leave. Fortunately, he didn’t stop me and just waved me off with a casual flick of his hand.
As I walked back to my residence, my mind churned over the situation.
How could I leverage the information I had to deliver a devastating blow to the Harrison family?
I was deep in thought as I approached my villa when suddenly, I felt a hard shove from behind. Completely caught off guard, I stumbled forward, barely managing to catch myself. Who pushed me?
Steadying myself, I spun around, my eyes narrowing in disgust as I saw the culprits.
Kristina and Molly, here to cause trouble once again.
