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"Tsk... tsk... You are truly troublesome. But since you don't want to come out, I will drag you out myself."
Ronan's voice was filled with arrogance as he walked up to the box.
Ivy couldn't see anything. However, her nose was still sharp and picked out the disgusting scent of roses.
Her body turned cold, and she curled up slightly to shield herself. The next second, the box was harshly kicked, and Ivy fell to the ground.
She rolled out of the box. Her naked body was presented in the full glory of the lecherous men eyeing her.
They chuckled,
"Even though she is all skin and bones, she is free to use. Boss, before handing her, can I have a turn?"
This was Mark. The 29-year-old Mark who had already seen the worst and dabbled in the worst.
Ivy froze, fear gripped her heart, and she shook her head,
"No! Please... please spare me! I won't run away again! Please! Please leave me..."
