Chapter 142: Lost

stomach as she listened to what the chief servant referred to as a dish. It was another slave being emancipated to the Youngest Master of the Breguet family as a meal.

Slaves were dined as food for the nobles. They were molested and fucked, which often led to death, but the nobles never felt any concern. To them, humans were just food and sex slaves.

Ivanna continued to swab the floor as she stared daggers at the young master as he walked down the stairs she just mopped. He didn't even care if it was recently wiped and stepped on with his blood-clothed shoes.

The Young Master walked towards an elderly man, his father, and sat on the chair across from him. Ivanna knew they were about to talk business. And when that's about to happen, everybody leaves the room. Including other nobles.

So she thanked her stars and picked up her bucket, before striding towards the exit door. She hissed inaudibly as she felt a pain in her waist. Being on the ground for hours had made her waist almost stiff