Since I Found You
Unexpected

“I don't know at all, Sir. I just came here,” replied the bartender shook his head and looked frightened.

“Hm.” Mykola said nothing more. He rushed in to see Vlad, who was combing through room after room in the three-story building. Vlad was already on the top floor, when Mykola came while carrying Altea's backpack.

“I found this in the trash, Sir,” exclaimed Mykola while gasping. “That means, Miss Miller is indeed here,”.

Vlad stopped what he was doing. The man turned his head, then looked at the backpack Mykola was carrying. “There or not here, why should they throw away his stuff?" thought Vlad. “I've asked the waiters. None of them claimed to have seen Altea in this place," Vlad said, exhaling a short breath.

“How about the supervisory room? We can search on CCTV footage, Sir,” Mykola suggested.

“We just try.” Vlad smiled faintly, then took Mykola back downstairs. They dragged two injured casino guards in the leg. Unmercifully, the two forced the men to inform them of access to the surveillance room.

“There was in the very back room,” one of the guards replied grimacingly, as their blood-stained legs were forced to walk to the back of the building. In the surveillance room, they were also forced by Vlad to play the images that had been recorded by CCTV since last night.

Again, Vlad had to accept disappointment. He did not find Altea among the monitors that filled the walls of the room.

“How now, Mister?” ask Mykola carefully. "If Miss Miller has never been here, then why is her stuff in the Shampoo?"

“We go home and reset the strategy,” Vlad replied after thinking.

Without those two knowing, the beautiful woman they were looking for back then was on the underground floor. Access through a small hallway. Hidden behind the walls of the food storage warehouse, which was enclosed by a vault. Requires a special number code, so that the closet can open.

However, the foresight of Mykola and the intelligence of Vlad, in fact, did not manage to detect the existence of the hallway.

The basement served as a storage area for the girls to be sold, after being checked for their health conditions before being thrown into the auction. There is full medical and medical equipment there. There are also dozens of wards lined up neatly and in clean condition. Many young girls of Altea's age were held captive on that floor.

“Come here,” tell Irmina to ketus on Altea, who just got off the check bed naked.

“I'm not a clown, Madam. At least let me wear clothes first,” said Altea no less ketus.

“What's the difference whether you wear clothes or not. After you've been sold to the striped men, you won't wear a strand of clothing,” sneer Irmina.

Altea did not answer immediately. He looked at the woman who worked as a health worker with an angry look. Shortly after, Altea spat at the woman.

“Barthy woman!” Irmina had already raised her hand, about to slap onto the beautiful face of Altea. However, a loud voice stopped Irmina's movements.

“What are you doing? Don't get him scratched in the slightest, because he's an asset! After all, since when have you been so easily provoked by emotions, Irmina?” reprimand Folke astonishment.

“Since I met this damn girl!” grumbled Irmina with a grumbling face. “Tell Mr. Dietmar. This girl cannot be sold because she is no longer a virgin!” continued with annoyed look.

“What!” Folke's voice sounded loud. His eyes were wide open, as if to be detached from his petals. “He's not a virgin? Ta-but ...” Folke suddenly got upset. He walked back and forth in front of Irmina. “What should I say to Mr. Dietmar,” thought the skinny man as he rubbed his plastic head.

“Tell him that I am not worth selling. After that, release me immediately,” Altea said lightly.

“You ...,” furious Folke. He tightened his jaw as a sign that he was holding on to extraordinary emotions. Not wanting to be further lured, Folke finally decided to contact Dietmar, who was elsewhere with Herbert. They were in a restaurant, a little far from the casino.

“Tuan ..” Not yet had Folke continue the sentence, one of his men came out of the hallway gasping for breath.

“Master, those two mysterious men managed to defeat all the bodyguards here. We've been overwhelmed facing them,” reports.

“Gosh!” Folke patted his forehead. The more anxiety he felt now. “Then, where are they now?” The bald-headed man asked the men. He seemed to have forgotten that he was still connected in a phone conversation with Dietmar.

“They are gone, Sir,” replied the man while looking down deeply.

“Stupid basis!” jerk Folke while keeping her phone away. He realized and certainly did not want Dietmar to hear what he said.

“Hei, Folke!” dietmar. “You don't mess around! I was waiting for you to talk!”

“Master,” says Folke. “I'm sorry. Looks like, our plan can't run perfectly.”

“What do you mean!” dietmar's jolt was loud, so Folke had to keep the phone away from his ears.

“Princess Herbert is no longer a virgin. In addition, our casino ... casino was attacked, Sir,” Folke explained with a voice trembling with fear.

“Attacked? How could? Where are you?” dietmar.

“A-I keep assets in the basement so he doesn't run away, Sir,” Folke explained.

“Ah, dammit!” dietmar Gerricks. He was about to take all the oaths to his men, when he heard a groan of pain from Folke. “What else is it?" ask Dietmar impatiently. However, no answer was heard from the men of his faith. Dietmar only heard noise and obscure screams from some people.

Without Dietmar knowing, that when Folke was on the phone with him, Altea secretly stabbed the skinny man in the back using a scalpel. One puncture deep enough to penetrate the surface of Folke's waist skin.

Irmina herself was too surprised, when with a quick movement Altea grabbed the medical equipment lined up neatly on the stainless table. He chose a knife, because it was the sharpest thing besides scissors.

“Stop him!” the shrieked woman shrieked, as Altea tried to escape.

Some of Folke's men instantly prevented Altea from running towards the passageway. They were all their might holding onto the rebellious and crazed young lady. Altea was too difficult to control, unlike the other girls who did not dare to resist.

“What should we do? Can we hit him?” ask one of Folke's men.

Grimacing, Folke raised one hand. He shook his head weakly with the phone still stuck to his left ear. “Master, what will we do about this wild girl? Does he have a selling point? Should we kill now?” it was Folke's turn to ask Dietmar.

“You will further destroy my life if you kill him now!” dietmar. "At least wait until I come. Let me decide after seeing that damn girl!” Dietmar ended the call. He also slammed his expensive mobile phone onto the restaurant table.

“Who are you going to kill, sir? Don't tell me you changed your mind about my daughter.” Herbert's face paled, after hearing Dietmar and Folke's conversation just now.

“How else? Your daughter is no longer a virgin. He won't be able to enter the auction. The only way to earn more money from your daughter is to sell your heart, kidneys and other internal organs to the black market!” dietmar answered, standing up and passing away leaving Herbert in disbelief. Herbert didn't expect it to be like this.