This was an underground warehouse.
She went shopping at the supermarket at night, and on the way back, she was watched by this group of people. Taking advantage of the dark night, they pulled her into the car and brought her here.
When she came down, Christy recognized them. There were always workers in charge of cleaning the entrance of the high-end villa, and they were obvious the group of garbage cleaners. They were all around forty or fifty years old and had the faces of outsiders.
Christy had been living here for half a year. She saw them a lot and even sometimes greeted them and smiled at them. She never thought that they would bring her here.
It went without saying what they wanted to do.
Christy was in a light coffee coat, with a pair of slender heels and a silver handbag.
