However, the servant didn't answer Ariana's question. She simply broke free from Ariana's grip and continued with her work. She ignored Ariana as if Ariana were invisible.

Ariana felt strange. But she didn't bother the servant anymore.

Instead, she continued walking along the hallway.

It turned out she was on the third floor. She walked down the stairs until she reached the opulent lobby on the first floor.

The lobby was gorgeously decorated. The floor was covered with expensive carpets, and the ceiling was adorned with famous paintings.

The lights were lavish, and the windows seemed to be made of transparent gemstones instead of glass.

Ariana walked around the living room, but she couldn't find any exit.

She started to panic. Various speculations filled her mind.

Why was she in this place? What had happened to the people in the arena? Who had rescued her?

It couldn't be Holden because he would never leave her alone in such a strange place. And she hadn't seen him or anyone else except the servants.

So, what was this place?

Ariana pondered for a while. Then, she noticed a phone in the living room. Her eyes lit up. She quickly picked it up and dialed Holden's number.

She waited nervously. After two rings, she heard a beep, which was an indication that the call was connected.

Ariana was about to speak when a familiar male voice sounded from the other end of the Line.

"Don't waste your time."

Ariana froze upon hearing this.

It wasn't Holden's voice. The voice belonged to the man she had seen in the arena. The call had clearly been intercepted.

The man's voice was mocking and a bit playful. "You can't escape. I am watching your every move, so don't try anything pointless."

Ariana steadied herself and tightened her grip on the phone. “Who are you? Why did you take me here? We don't have any beef, do we?" she asked.

On the other end, there was a light chuckle. “Someone sold your life to me, so naturally, I accepted the deal."