The Jade King of Rathai

Summary

I had spent fifteen years in Rathai’s jade trade. Tonight was another routine trip to a private auction to pick up stock.

On the outside, these auctions moved jade, but behind closed doors, they sometimes moved people.

I had just walked into the back when I spotted a teenager huddled in the corner, covered head to toe in bruises and welts. He looked up at me with desperate eyes.

A second later, lines of text floated across my vision.

[This is Arden Carlisle, the fake son of the Carlisle family in Harstead!]