Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 786

"No, what are you talking about? We're tourists! We aren't peasants. Our daughter is incredibly successful and works for a major CEO!

"We don't need money, and we aren't doing manual labor! Ms. Mercer promised us an allowance of ten thousand dollars a month!

"We have money."

They patted their pockets, where the initial tens of thousands in allowance still sat completely untouched.

Mrs. Bennett also sensed something was terribly wrong. They had money now; why on earth would they be forced into hard labor?

They were supposed to be on a luxury world tour!

Fueled by Mrs. Bennett's outrage, the rest of the family immediately erupted into a chaotic, screaming protest.

The translator rolled his eyes, utterly disgusted.

"Who do you think you are? Ten thousand a month for each of you?

"How much do you think your daughter actually makes? Count how many of you are standing here.

"That would be hundreds of thousands a month. Millions of dollars a year. Even if your daughter is highly capable, do you really think she has that kind of power?

"Would she have anything left to survive on?

"You're a bunch of ungrateful leeches, from the oldest to the youngest. Every single one of you is scum.

"I really should have sold you to actual traffickers so you could taste true suffering. You think you're too good for an illegal labor camp?"

"What illegal labor? We're on vacation!"

"Still dreaming about a vacation, huh? You offended people you never should have crossed, and now you've been shipped overseas to work in the black mines.

"You are never going back. Not for the rest of your lives!

"There is no vacation. There is no allowance. You work, you get to live. You don't work, you get absolutely nothing!"

The harsh reality finally crashed down on the crowd.

"Home? You don't even have IDs. You were smuggled in through international waters. How exactly do you plan on getting home? Relax, you're stuck here forever. Keep your heads down, dig the mines, and maybe you'll survive."

No IDs? The realization hit them like a freight train. Mr. Hayes had kept their documents under the guise of processing their visas and passports.

Weren't those documents supposed to be handed over to the translator once they boarded?

Ever since stepping foot on the ship, they had been so intoxicated by the novelty of luxury that not a single person had bothered to ask for their passports back.

They had been brilliantly, ruthlessly manipulated into becoming undocumented slave laborers.

"Alright, stop staring at me. Your lives end here."

Done wasting his breath, he motioned for the foreign crew to forcibly haul the family away.

Seeing the Bennetts stubbornly kicking and screaming, the impatient foreign leader pulled a handgun from his waistband and fired a deafening warning shot into the sky.

The Bennett family was used to running roughshod over their rural village. Even when they ventured into the city to harass Celia Bennett, they had dealt with proper law enforcement who operated within the rules.