Pearl of Compassion

CHAPTERS 208. Out of the Shackles (Intan)

"You're very interesting. I like young wnita like you." Slowly pecking the ranum lips of a woman in skimpy clothes.

"Master, my whole life won't be able to get out of this place." Caressing the chest of a middle-aged man who was slightly filled with thin hair.

"A lifetime? How could? As far as I'm concerned, there are already people who can get out of here by redeeming."

"Yes, but not with me sir." Intan lowered his head.

"Why?" The middle-aged man rubbed the top of Intan's head. "This place belongs to Smith, right? Relax, he likes money. So I can give him money. She's naive."

"It won't do, sir. Mr. Smith won't let me go."

"You mean Smith wants you too?"

The question made Intan gasp in shock. That's not what it means. But seeing from the appearance of the man in front of him, Intan can judge. If the man is not an ordinary man.

"Because I refused. He's made me fall into this pit of destruction my whole life, sir. It'll never get out of here." Intan deliberately took out his last weapon. Her tears swept across her smooth cheeks.

"Hey, don't cry." Wiping away Intan's tears. The girl raised her head. "Be mine then you'll get out of this place."

"How can I get out of this place? Mr. Smith is great. Master won't be able to get me out of this filthy place. Now go, sir. I'm scared."

Intan was about to leave the middle-aged man behind. However, a heavy hand held him.

"What if I can get you out of this place? Are you gonna be mine?"

Intan smiled thinly. This man has fallen into my arms. I'm finally free of this shit.

"I'd rather serve one man than I have to serve 10 men overnight. I'm tired, so tired." Intan returned her tears. It makes the man in front of him unbearable.

"Wait for me tonight." His whisper then while landing a kiss on Intan's forehead. After that the man left Intan pensive alone.

"Huh? Later tonight? Whatdoes thatmean? Damn*n! That guy's intent on getting me out of here isn't he?"

"Sorry Mami. My guest just left."

"What's up, sir?" A madam approached the middle-aged man.

"Give me the woman that was." The mysterious man opened his sunglasses.

"Sorry Master I can't because this is Mr. Smith's direct order."

"Don't tell him. I give you whatever you want. Just so that woman can be with me."

"It's too dangerous. Sorry I won't help you." The sexy-clothed middle-aged woman turned around to leave the mysterious man behind.

"What if I finance this." A photograph in a hospital of someone lying weak. It even seems that his life depends on the tools attached to his body. The woman gasped in surprise.

"How do you know?"

"Ha-ha-ha I'll pay all the hospital fees for her. Just let go of that woman."

"But Sir,-"

"Your son is on the verge of death. Isn't it because the cost is so great that you still can't bring it to a bigger pain scene isn't it?"

"Then how about Mr Smith?"

"That's my business. Release the woman."

"Alright Sir. I take care of it for a second. After this I'll bring the woman before you." The woman left the man.

"Smith and the other Wijaya families just look at it. I take my revenge slowly."