Genius Son Sells his Mom to Dad Chapter 388 Tragedy

But Tracy didn’t expect the bodyguard leader doesn’t have that plan. He doesn’t even touch Tracy.

When the bodyguard leader sees Tracy looking at him with charming eyes instead of being anxious
and rebellious, his dirty eyes suddenly turn into contempt and disdain.

Tracy feels something is wrong. What is the strong man doing in front of her? There is a strong unease
in Tracy’s heart.

The bodyguard leader sneers and claps. Then four or five bodyguards comes in. Of course, they are all
Tracy’s former bodyguards, but now they have become Tracy’s nightmare.

“Are you going to kill me? It’s not good for you.” Tracy curls up at the corner. Her back is against the
cold wall and her heart feels freezing.

The bodyguard leader sneers, “otherwise you give us money?”

Tracy is speechless. She doesn’t even have a cent, but to delay, she says, “my company is broke, but
my family has money. After all, I’m the daughter of Wilson Group. It’s impossible for Wilson Group to
ignore me.”

The bodyguard leader laughs. After all, this kind of joke can’t be heard every day.

The next moment the bodyguard leader looks at Tracy seriously and coldly, “do you think we are fools?
Everyone in the Wilson Group has broken with you. Tracy, do you think you’re rich now? To tell you the
truth, you have nothing now.”

Tracy’s body shakes violently, but even if she has nothing, she doesn’t want to be killed. She hasn’t got
revenge yet. She hasn’t seen Claire’s pain. She can’t die.

The bodyguard leader says, “no, you are beautiful after all.”



Tracy’s desperate heart blazes with fire. If she can sell her body to save herself, she doesn’t care.

The bodyguard leader seems to see through Tracy’s dirty ideas. He says, “you think too much. Since
you have no identity, we have to sell you.”

A bodyguard behind says, “yes, this woman has nothing now, but after all, she used to be a lady. If we
sell her to a brothel, ha ha, there are many people who want to taste her.”

The bodyguard leader nods and continues to stare at Tracy and says, “you’re right. Maybe she can be
sold at a high price.”

Maybe the bodyguard leader really wanted to kill Tracy at first, but since he can sell her, he won’t
refuse.

Tracy realizes what she is going to face. Her face turns pale. She has never been to that occasion, but
she knows that the men in that place have strange tastes. They have many means. Her soft skin can’t
stand that kind of damage.

Tracy wants to fight, but she is too scared to speak, let alone escape from the narrow room.

The bodyguard leader immediately waves and four or five bodyguards come around.

Tracy’s mind is buzzing and blank. She is tied up, and then a piece of smelly cloth is put into her
mouth. She wants to vomit but she can’t vomit at all. Her internal organs are writhing in an exaggerated
way. Tracy feels that she will die at any time.

Then Tracy’s eyes are blindfolded. She is shoved directly into a cloth bag by the bodyguards and
dragged downstairs and roughly stuffed into the trunk of the car.

“You have to be careful. If she has one more wound, maybe we will get less money.”



“No, you don’t know. Maybe someone likes a woman with a lot of wounds.”

“Does anyone have that taste?”

“The men there... Ha ha...”

Tracy vaguely hears their conversation and feels desperate. Then their hateful conversation stops.
Tracy is in the dark.

She even hopes that she will not wake up again, because at that time she is really in hell.

...

Tracy has a sense of self-knowledge. She knows she will wake up in a hell.

Tracy is successfully sold to a brothel. In a narrow, claustrophobic room, she is naked and her hands
and feet are chained by thick, cold iron chains.

Only the yellow chandelier is slowly shaking in the dark room. The room is quiet but smelly.

It takes Tracy a long time to regain consciousness. At this time she clearly hears a noise outside.

It seems to be a casino. The noisy crowd is shouting gambling terms, but it is like a pub, because she
hears the sound of punching and getting drunk. There are even voices of men and women flirting with
each other.

Tracy is really sold to what she thinks is hell.

Tracy can’t move and can only desperately open her eyes and look at the chandelier overhead. She is
awake on and off.



After a while, Tracy hears a conversation at the door.

“Can you charge less? Although she used to be a public figure and beautiful, now she’s nothing.” Tracy
hears a rude drunk voice.

“A thousand dollars is too little. The woman is worth 2500 dollars. You’re going to enjoy Wilson Group’s
daughter. You didn’t have the chance before.”

The rude voice says nothing and they seem to have made a deal.

Tracy finally has a nightmare. She clenches her teeth and closes her eyes. When she is insulted, she is
thinking about how to make Claire die.

An hour later...

“Hey, you’re an interesting woman. Why do you call another woman’s name?” The man dresses and
sneers and looks at Wilson Group’s daughter.

Tracy now feels like a corpse, but when the man asks her, she sneers and says, “she’s a bitch.”

The man frowns and thinks. He is surprised and says, “I’ve heard the name. Are you talking about Mrs.
Howard of Howard Group?”

Mrs. Howard.

Tracy is furious at the name.


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