Chapter 472 Nadia Clark Rescued

A salty and fishy smell permeated the air in the dim and damp small room.

Nadia was held down on a narrow bed by several bald men. Despite her continuous struggles, her clothes had already been torn open by them.

"Please, I beg you. Let me go!" she pleaded. "I'm rich. If you let me go, I'll have my family send you money.

"If you don't let me go and harm me, my family won't let you off. My family is influential in the country. You can't afford to bear the consequences."

Nadia both persuaded and threatened them, but these men either couldn't understand her or didn't want to listen to her.

In any case, her words didn't have the desired effect Nadia hoped for.

"Ah!"

One of the bald men suddenly yelled as he brutally slapped Nadia. When he looked over, there was already a deep, bleeding bite wound on his hand.

"You bitch, we didn't want to get rough with you because you looked pretty. We didn't think you would be too blind to see what's good for you," the bald man spat in accented