Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 886: Chapter 886: She Wants to Sell Nono!

Her hand had barely touched the little girl’s neck when she suddenly woke up, clenched her teeth, and drew her hand back.

She wasn’t going to kill this child easily.

Her aim was to make Enna Clark suffer! As long as Enna couldn’t find the child, she would be in agony! If she killed the child, it would only cause Enna momentary suffering, and gradually, she would forget this child.

The thing that could cause the most pain was to sell the child!

It would be best to sell her to traffickers, to be traded to a remote area. That way, even if Enna Clark ever found the child, just seeing the child’s pitiful state would torment her with guilt to death!

Jasmine Clark figured it out and a sinister smile curled up at the corners of her mouth.

...Her face still bore the bloodstains from the boss lady’s scratches, making her look terrifying as she smiled.

Her hand caressed the sleeping little girl’s face as she whispered softly, “Child, don’t blame me. Blame the fact that you were born in Enna’s womb. Remember, you should hate her, understand?”

She swiftly changed into a new outfit, freshened up, and, grabbing her belongings, picked up Giselle Lawrence.

“Ding ding ding…” Suddenly, a series of bell chimes rang out in the room.

“Where’s that noise coming from? It’s irritating.” Jasmine Clark heard the sound and irritably put the child back on the bed. She quickly found the source of the sound—a small bell tied to the little girl’s wrist.

She removed the bell and threw it out of the window.

Then she picked up the child again and left…

*

Whenever it comes to the black market, places like gambling dens are the easiest to make inquiries.

Jasmine Clark, holding Giselle Lawrence, found the nearest underground casino and quickly explained her intentions, prompting a fat, bare-chested man to come out.

“You’re selling a child?”

“Yes.” She hurriedly revealed Giselle for the man to see.

The man squinted unhappily and asked, “Why is her face so red? Is she sick?”

“Just a cold and a fever, she’ll be fine with some medicine,” Jasmine Clark didn’t dare tell him that Giselle had a serious illness and had been running a high fever since midnight the night before.

The man seemed to ponder for a moment before saying, “Normally I wouldn’t take a sick one, but the child does look appealing. With some grooming, she might become a cash cow. How about this, 4,500 dollars.”

“4,500 dollars? Isn’t that too little?” It wasn’t that she looked down on 4,500 dollars; in her past life, it wasn’t even enough to buy her a handbag.

A scoff came from the underworld figure, “Think it’s too little? Alright then, you can sleep with Brother, I’ll add more money.”

Jasmine Clark panicked instantly, turning pale with fright, and gritted her teeth, “4,500 it is, deal!”

As long as she sold Giselle, she wouldn’t have to keep hiding, and it would make Enna Clark suffer. What was not to like? She’d be willing to pay 4,500 dollars herself!

The fat man glanced at his Little brother, “Give her the money.”

He scoffed, “This is the first time I’ve seen someone sell a child so eagerly. Are you sure this is your child, not stolen?”

Jasmine Clark’s heart trembled, fearing he saw through her, and she braced herself with insufficient confidence, “Of course, it’s my child.”

The man stared at her for a moment as if he saw right through her and scoffed, “Don’t worry, how you acquired the child is not my concern. I’m just here to buy a child. Whether you stole her or kidnapped her, I pay the money, you deliver the goods.”

Just then, the Little brother brought the money, “First Brother.”

“Give her the money.”