The one called Big Brother took out his phone, carefully compared the photo in the lens with Ivy Kensington herself, and finally nodded, "Got it, everyone, let’s go together."
After Ivy Kensington came out of Blackwood Tower, since her phone had been blocked by Sebastian Blackwood, she was pondering whether to borrow a passerby’s phone to call him.
"Miss Kensington, please come with us."
A sinister voice came from behind her. Without giving her time to react, someone hit her hard on the back of the neck. Ivy let out a cry of pain and fainted unexpectedly.
When she woke up, she found herself lying in an abandoned warehouse.
"Awake? That’s good, serve us well."
Big Brother pulled out a chair, sat across from Ivy Kensington, whose hands and feet were tied, rendering her completely immobile.
Upon waking up, Ivy immediately realized she had been kidnapped. She quickly calmed herself and surveyed the people opposite her. Googlᴇ search Nove1Fire.net
She didn’t recognize them, nor did she know who had sent them.
"Big Brother, the camera is set up."
A lackey ran over, eagerly reporting. As expected, a tripod was placed right in front of Ivy.
Ivy’s gaze turned cold. How could she not know what they intended to do with such actions?
"I can cooperate with you."
She spoke calmly, agreeing so readily that the group was taken aback.
They had done this sort of thing many times before. The wealthy ladies they had kidnapped would panic and faint at the mere mention of cameras, acting like chaste martyrs.
Ivy was the first to remain so calm, a rarity.
The Big Brother sitting across from her showed some interest, "Do you really plan to cooperate with us?"
"Of course." Ivy nodded, speaking lightly, "Isn’t it just to record some exclusive videos?"
They were going to use these videos to blackmail her.
She had seen such tactics many times before; it was nothing new.
Seeing that she’d guessed correctly, the lackeys exchanged glances, muttering, "This woman is quite clever."
The Big Brother smirked playfully, "Alright, since you know so well, we won’t have to do it. You do it yourself."
They used to force the women to undress, each struggling miserably.
This time, it would be different.
To see her undress herself would be much more interesting than them doing it.
Ivy lowered her eyelashes, glanced at her bound hands, and said, "You’ll have to untie my hands, at least, so I can do it."
What she said was true, but Big Brother was no fool. He knew people would try to escape once untied, so he said, "Untie her hands, but keep her feet tied. You two keep an eye on her."
If she dared to run, they could catch her immediately.
The rope around Ivy’s hands was loosened. She first smiled at the camera.
The smile dazzled them all, and they couldn’t help but swallow hard. Ivy’s hands slowly moved down, starting to remove her coat, followed by the undershirt, leaving only the last piece.
Suddenly, her hands stopped, and she innocently asked, "Before the full exposure, can I ask you a question?"
At such a critical moment, coupled with Ivy’s fair skin and well-defined abdominal muscles, a beauty of extreme health was on display.
Everyone was eagerly waiting for the final reveal, but when she asked, they grew impatient.