Although the men in front of them were all dressed impeccably and appeared youthful and handsome, an instinctual fear surged within them at that moment, making them suddenly aware of something terrifying.
Everyone gathered together in silence, with a trace of panic on their faces.
The Caucasian man cast a glance over them, then slowly retracted his gaze, addressing the people behind him: "Search."
A few minutes later, the blonde, blue-eyed girl was found by a few men among the flowers.
She was obviously in a breakdown, speaking in a language they couldn't understand, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, occasionally letting out desperate, piercing cries.
"You may leave."
The Caucasian man gave them a cold order.
For a moment, everyone remained silent and hurriedly bowed their heads as they made their way back to their quarters.
The girl's wailing gradually faded behind them, and when the girls returned to their rooms, their palms were coated with a layer of cold sweat.
