In the Lap of Luxury
Lap of Luxury Chapter 342

Chapter 342 Daughter of Elysium Bank’s Chairman

Seeing that Grace was fine, Timothy was finally no longer on tenterhooks. Just as he relaxed, he noticed the girl standing next to

Grace.

Curious, he asked, “Who are you?”

Noelle stared at him sharply, not answering his question.

Only then did Timothy carefully examine her.

He found that she was really delicate. He reached out and touched her head, saying, “It’s okay. You’ll be reunited with your family soon.”

Unexpectedly, Noelle dodged his touch.

“Don’t touch me!”

Timothy hadn’t expected this young girl to be so guarded. “Girl, aren’t you underage?”

This remark angered Noelle. “Who’s underage? I’m already 19 years

old!”

19 years old?

Timothy didn’t believe it. Noelle looked like she hadn’t fully grown, but he didn’t argue with her.

He just advised, “Don’t run out alone in the future. The outside world is very dangerous. Today, you were lucky that you met milady.

“You know, those human traffickers can do anything. They might take you and cut out your kidneys.”

Noelle’s expression was tense, as if she were holding back.

Timothy also noticed something was wrong with her. “What’s wrong

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as he said that, Noelle blacked out and fainted. Luckily,

Timothy quickly caught her.

“Hey, wake up. Are you okay?”

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He shouted Noelle’s name loudly but received no response. Helpless, he quickly took her to the hospital.

After an examination, it was revealed that Noelle’s b*dy was covered in wounds from whipping, especially on her back. The wounds were mixed with blood and had already stuck to her clothes.

Yet Noelle hadn’t uttered a word of pain throughout the ordeal.

After learning all this, Timothy’s deep hatred for those people

increased tenfold. “How can those bastards do this to such a young

girl? Are they even humans?”

Grace hadn’t expected things to turn out like this. Her tone was filled with resentment as she said, “Human traffickers can do anything. It’s

not excessive to execute people like them.

“Traffickers themselves deserve to be tortured.”

Grace was indignant. Suddenly, she thought about Darien, who ha escaped. She had to ensure he ended up behind bars at all costs.

Meanwhile, a line of Bentley cars entered slowly and parked in front of the hospital.

The leading car door opened, and a man in a butler uniform jogged to the middle car, opening the door.

“Mr. Jackson, Ms. Noelle is in this hospital.”

Anthony Jackson’s sharp face revealed no extra emotions. He just nodded and got out of the car.

With long strides, he walked toward the hospital as two rows of

b*dyguards followed closely behind him.

When the hospital director led Anthony to the door of the ward, Grace

and Timothy exchanged a glance.

The moment Grace saw the b*dyguards behind Anthony, she guessed that his identity wasn’t simple.

Unexpectedly, Anthony spoke first. “You must be Ms. Lewis, right?”

Grace’s eyes flashed with surprise. “May I ask who you are?”

Anthony gestured, and the butler behind him took out a business card and handed it to Grace.

“Ms. Lewis, I’m Anthony Jackson.”

When Grace heard his name, her heart skipped a beat. Glancing at the details on the card, she was dumbfounded.

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