Trading the Saint of the Red Shirt Crusade for better career advancement was well worth it.
All the leaders present agreed as soon as he finished speaking.
"You are right. Only Mr. Darby is qualified to enjoy such beauty."
"Yes, it's her honor to serve Mr. Darby."
Their gazes were drawn to her as they spoke. They were not good people, and their gazes were lewd.
However, just like Frankilda, they knew that they would benefit in the future if they gave the Saint of the Red Shirt Crusade to Darryl instead.
"Shameless men!"
Goliry's beautiful face reddened instantly, and her delicate body trembled with rage. "You better let me go, or I will kill you!" she exclaimed.
She tried to break free as she spoke, but her acupoints were sealed, and her hands and feet were tightly bound. It was completely ineffective.
Frankilda remained calm in the face of Goliry's yelling. He yelled proudly, "You can't even defend yourself. How can you be so rude to me? Do you believe I'd let you go?
"You should think about how to serve Mr. Darby later."
Goliry was so angry that she almost fainted when she heard that.
"Mr. Darby!"
With a flattering expression, Frankilda said to Darryl, "It is nearly time. Sir, please have a good rest. I will send the lovely lady to you later."
He deliberately moved closer as he spoke and said quietly, "Don't worry, Sir. I have sealed that woman's acupoints. She will not be able to harm you in any way. Simply enjoy her, Sir."
Frankilda's face turned lewd at the end of his sentences.
Darryl smiled but did not respond.
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