After finishing their words, there was a burst of laughter in the room.

My trembling became more intense.

I asked in a hoarse voice, "Was it fun?"

I looked up and looked at their faces with hatred, wishing to kill them.

Joe stopped what he was doing.

"What did you just say?"

I clenched my teeth and said word by word, "I said, in my name, you deceived my brother into the underground city and watched him being beaten by the thugs. Is it fun?"

...

When my brother was drugged and thrown into the underground city while he was unconscious, they cold-bloodedly watched him being beaten into a pulp.

At that time, my brother, because of the lingering effects of the drugs, was weak all over. He could only watch himself being tortured without fighting back.

As the buyers, they could have demanded the underground city to ensure my brother's safety before he regained consciousness, but they were unwilling to make such a request.

When I received the news of my brother's death and rushed over, he was covered in bruises, lying limp in my arms like a rag.

I cried until I lost my voice, but he would never come back.

I had been with Joe for five years, and I knew he was a playful person.

But I didn't expect that he would joke about my brother's life!

"I don't understand. What does human life mean to him?"

"If he had a little bit of humanity, he would consider my feelings."

"How could he allow those lunatics to treat my brother's life as a plaything?"

After I shouted at him like that, Joe instantly lost interest.

"Natalya Patton, what's wrong with you?"

Scarlett reached out and touched Joe's chest, pretending to be scared.

"Natalya, why are you so fierce? Isn't it just making your brother go to the underground city? Or is it because your brother is delicate? He can't even afford to play a game."

"In the end, he's just a servant, who takes care of the Lawrence family. Did you think he's Joe's brother-in-law?"

Anger surged through me from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head. I couldn't hold it in any longer.

I shouted in anger, "Games! In your eyes, everything is just a toy for your entertainment! But my brother is a living being! He is not a plaything for you!"

My eyes turned red with anger. The pampered men and ladies on the scene, who had been spoiled since their childhood, were all startled.