Chapter 93 I Will Sell You, Elena!

Chapter 93 I Will Sell You, Elena!
"I will never sign it, Mother!" Elena roared firmly, wiping her tears roughly and standing with her highest dignity to protect Elijah.

"None of you will ever touch a single penny of Grandfather's fortune, and I will not let you touch my Elijah!"

Eleanor Vance showed no sympathy whatsoever. Her middle-aged face, coated in expensive cosmetics, wrinkled, displaying a very cruel expression filled with thick maddening greed.

She stepped forward two steps, letting the tips of her high heels click loudly on the cold cement floor, closing the distance with her own daughter.

"Then you yourself have chosen death for your gigolo lover, Elena!" Eleanor threatened cruelly, her voice shrill with intimidating emphasis.

She turned her body slightly, giving a firm hand gesture to three burly men who had been standing silently in the darkness behind the piles of rusty iron containers.

The three men stepped forward in unison with cold eyes, surrounding Elena's position until the woman had no gap to escape toward the exit door.

"Wait, Eleanor," cut in the senior lawyer from London standing beside the wooden table. The middle-aged man in a formal suit adjusted his glasses, looking at Elena with a stack of international legal documents in his hand.

"If Miss Elena refuses to sign this inheritance power transfer voluntarily, the unification documents for Morgan Valdez's Mayfair assets and Grandfather Maximillian's funds cannot be legally processed by the international court. We need her consent, or this liquidation plan will stall."

Eleanor Vance chuckled lowly—a very annoying parasitic laugh full of thick cunning in the stuffy warehouse's silence.

She looked at Elena from head to toe again, as if her daughter was no longer a human being, but merely a commodity ready to be thrown into Manhattan's lower black market.

"If she refuses to sign as an obedient Vance daughter, then we will use another method to cash out those trillions of dollars, Lawyer," Eleanor hissed, her face tightening with a very disgusting grin.

Eleanor roughly grabbed Elena's jaw with her diamond-ring-adorned fingers, forcing Elena to look up into the darkness of her eyes.

"Listen carefully, Elena. You think the Blackwood clan's protection you're so proud of at that SoHo studio can save you tonight? That protection contract only applies to your business, not to your body! If you remain stubborn and refuse to sign this document to protect your poor IT technician, I myself will sell you tonight!"

Elena's eyes widened perfectly, all the air in her lungs seeming to stop instantly.

"M-Mother... what are you saying?"

"I will sell you to the Northern European black market network, Elena!" Eleanor roared without a shred of mercy, releasing her jaw grip until Elena recoiled one step.

"Morgan Valdez may not be able to move in London, but the remnants of his allies in the black market are still willing to pay hundreds of billions of dollars to get their hands on your body by force!"

"They will lock you up on a private island until you reach the age of thirty, and when your birthday arrives in two years, they will be the ones holding your fingers to force you to sign the entire liquidation of Grandfather Maximillian's inheritance!"

The night silence at dock number four in Queens suddenly felt so tragic and full of deep despair. Elena Vance felt her world collapse completely.

Her own biological mother, who had given birth to her, was now so heartlessly threatening to sell her into the hell of the black market for a piece of paper worth trillions of dollars.

She glanced around the dimly lit room, staring at the three burly men who began creeping forward with ropes and chloroform-soaked handkerchiefs in their hands.

An intensely thick fear and the remaining cold of the winter snow pierced down to her bone marrow. In her panicking mind, only one name kept spinning repeatedly, like the last anchor of her life.

'Elijah... forgive me...' Elena's mind screamed hysterically, her tears flooding her navy velvet blazer.

'I stepped out of the studio only because I wanted to protect you from this danger... but now... I don't even know if I'll ever see your lopsided smile again at The Azure apartment...'

"Grab her!" Eleanor Vance commanded coldly, turning her face arrogantly as she stepped back toward the lawyer's table.

"Wrap her into the port container now before Manhattan's cyber radar system detects our activity!"

The three burly men lunged forward simultaneously, their rough hands reaching out ready to grab Elena's slender shoulders and silence her screams in the frozen night darkness.

Elena could only close her eyes tightly, preparing to face the most terrifying and miserable fate of her life to preserve the remaining dignity and love for her contract lover, whom she thought was just an ordinary man in a flannel shirt.

Before Elena could step back or launch any physical defense, a pair of rough, vein-ridged hands immediately grabbed both her shoulders from behind with an iron-tight grip.

"Let me go! Let go!" Elena screamed hysterically. Her voice shrilled, shattering the stuffy old warehouse's silence, echoing among the cold container walls.

She tried to struggle with all her remaining strength. Her high heels kicked at the dusty cement floor, and her slender body writhed wildly trying to break free.

However, the massive physical strength difference made all her efforts futile. The second man quickly stepped forward, grabbing Elena's legs and forcibly lifting her off the floor, while the third man pressed a black handkerchief soaked in chemical chloroform right over Elena's nose and mouth.

"Mmph... mmmph!"

Elena's screams were immediately muffled by the thick cloth. The sharp, stinging chemical scent directly attacked her olfactory nerves, sending an overwhelming dizziness into her brain.

Elena's consciousness began to waver within seconds. Her blurred vision caught Eleanor Vance's figure standing frozen near the lawyer's table, turning her face away with very cruel calmness, as if she had not just watched her own daughter being wrapped alive to be sold to the black market.