Chapter 85 Candu Your Body [Ezra]

• Nessa Griselda blinked her eyes, which had just been freed from the black cloth covering her face. The dim light from the lamps in the room made her squint, trying to adjust her vision to her surroundings. Her back was sore from the rough throw she had just experienced. Next to him, a middle-aged man drooped with a slightly bloody face at the corner of his lips.
• "Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to steal your money!" The man's voice was trembling, his hands bound, his body shaking with a look full of fear.
• Nessa turned her head, staring at the middle-aged man-her uncle, the only family she had. The man's body shook as one of the men sitting on the sofa kicked him to the ground.