Half-Million Dollar Bait： Campus Belle’s Hell - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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I carefully slipped the lighter Ethan Lowell had given me—the one with the hidden camera—into my pocket.
Ethan led me to another villa and handed me off to a poised female housekeeper. She looked to be in her forties, elegant and composed, her English flawless.
"So, you're Chen Ke," she said, eyeing me with a knowing smirk. "No wonder you stand out. The boss has been obsessed with you—even put a $500,000 bounty on your head on the Dark Web."
My stomach twisted. She knew who I was.
"Who is your boss?" I demanded, my voice sharp as ice.
"You'll meet him tonight." She dismissed me with a wave and turned to a maid. "Clean her up, get her fresh clothes, and feed her. She's serving the boss tonight."
Before I could press further, the maid yanked me toward the bathroom.
"Hey! Where are we? Who's your boss?" I snapped.
But the maid acted like I hadn't spoken, busying herself with drawing a bath, laying out clothes, and setting out food.
After scrubbing off days of grime and slipping into clean clothes, I was ushered into a dining room.
The table groaned under a spread of gourmet Western dishes. My stomach growled—I hadn't eaten in nearly two days.
I clenched my jaw. Whatever was coming, I'd face it head-on.
If I died tonight, at least I'd die fed.
I grabbed a fork and devoured everything in sight. The second my hunger was sated, exhaustion slammed into me. I collapsed onto a couch and blacked out.
I didn't stir until evening, when the housekeeper shook me awake.
"The boss is here. Weren't you so eager to meet him? Come with me if you want answers." Her tone left no room for argument.
"Fine. I'm not scared." My mission was clear—gather evidence of the boss's crimes.
No risk, no reward.
I followed her down a long hallway into a lavish office. The room was empty. Without another word, she left me there.
Alone, I noticed an adjoining suite. Before I could move, muffled voices drifted out—words like deal, heroin, mainland.
My pulse spiked. I pulled out Ethan's lighter and flicked the hidden switch.
Stealthily, I wedged it near the doorframe, angling the camera toward the meeting inside.
The more I heard, the sicker I felt. This wasn't just a drug operation—it was a full-blown criminal empire!
Ten minutes in, just as I was leaning closer, the housekeeper's voice sliced through the air behind me.
"The boss was right. You are a spy!"
I jerked back, shoving the lighter into my pocket.
Before I could steady myself, a deep voice called from inside the room. "Bring her in."
"Yes, boss." The housekeeper seized me by the collar and dragged me inside.
And there, standing in the center of the meeting room, was a face I knew all too well.
"Professor Roscente?!" My blood ran cold. The drug lord Ethan had been hunting was Vincent Roscente—our former professor.
If Ethan and I were his former students… then his cover had been blown long ago.
A chilling thought hit me—Ethan was in deadly danger.
"Indeed, it's me." Roscente rose with a smirk. Dressed in a tailored suit and gold-rimmed glasses, he looked every inch the distinguished academic.
Who would've guessed this polished man was a ruthless kingpin?
"I'm the mastermind here—and the one who put half a million on your head." His gaze crawled over me, hungry. "Chen, your beauty has always… enchanted me. For you, I'd pay twice that without blinking."
Ethan led me to another villa and handed me off to a poised female housekeeper. She looked to be in her forties, elegant and composed, her English flawless.
"So, you're Chen Ke," she said, eyeing me with a knowing smirk. "No wonder you stand out. The boss has been obsessed with you—even put a $500,000 bounty on your head on the Dark Web."
My stomach twisted. She knew who I was.
"Who is your boss?" I demanded, my voice sharp as ice.
"You'll meet him tonight." She dismissed me with a wave and turned to a maid. "Clean her up, get her fresh clothes, and feed her. She's serving the boss tonight."
Before I could press further, the maid yanked me toward the bathroom.
"Hey! Where are we? Who's your boss?" I snapped.
But the maid acted like I hadn't spoken, busying herself with drawing a bath, laying out clothes, and setting out food.
After scrubbing off days of grime and slipping into clean clothes, I was ushered into a dining room.
The table groaned under a spread of gourmet Western dishes. My stomach growled—I hadn't eaten in nearly two days.
I clenched my jaw. Whatever was coming, I'd face it head-on.
If I died tonight, at least I'd die fed.
I grabbed a fork and devoured everything in sight. The second my hunger was sated, exhaustion slammed into me. I collapsed onto a couch and blacked out.
I didn't stir until evening, when the housekeeper shook me awake.
"The boss is here. Weren't you so eager to meet him? Come with me if you want answers." Her tone left no room for argument.
"Fine. I'm not scared." My mission was clear—gather evidence of the boss's crimes.
No risk, no reward.
I followed her down a long hallway into a lavish office. The room was empty. Without another word, she left me there.
Alone, I noticed an adjoining suite. Before I could move, muffled voices drifted out—words like deal, heroin, mainland.
My pulse spiked. I pulled out Ethan's lighter and flicked the hidden switch.
Stealthily, I wedged it near the doorframe, angling the camera toward the meeting inside.
The more I heard, the sicker I felt. This wasn't just a drug operation—it was a full-blown criminal empire!
Ten minutes in, just as I was leaning closer, the housekeeper's voice sliced through the air behind me.
"The boss was right. You are a spy!"
I jerked back, shoving the lighter into my pocket.
Before I could steady myself, a deep voice called from inside the room. "Bring her in."
"Yes, boss." The housekeeper seized me by the collar and dragged me inside.
And there, standing in the center of the meeting room, was a face I knew all too well.
"Professor Roscente?!" My blood ran cold. The drug lord Ethan had been hunting was Vincent Roscente—our former professor.
If Ethan and I were his former students… then his cover had been blown long ago.
A chilling thought hit me—Ethan was in deadly danger.
"Indeed, it's me." Roscente rose with a smirk. Dressed in a tailored suit and gold-rimmed glasses, he looked every inch the distinguished academic.
Who would've guessed this polished man was a ruthless kingpin?
"I'm the mastermind here—and the one who put half a million on your head." His gaze crawled over me, hungry. "Chen, your beauty has always… enchanted me. For you, I'd pay twice that without blinking."
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