Yvonne was so furious that she laughed. "I don't know what you mean by 'suffering'. I only know that every single life is precious. They aren't items that you can just bargain with."

Yvonne pushed the file back toward Kendrick. "A piece of advice—don't ever do a thing like this again."

Kendrick furrowed his brows. "I'm not doing that sort of business. If it weren't for the fact that you needed it, I wouldn't have looked for these people."

He had gotten his subordinates to collect this data from the slums. Those who were willing to offer their hearts were people at their wit's end. They desperately needed the money to help their family escape the hellish life in the slums.

If he didn't need it, the lives of those people would be as unimportant as an ant to him. No one would ever question if they died or not. They would never fetch such a high price.

In Kendrick's eyes, this was a very good deal, which was why he didn't feel guilty at all.

Yvonne was pretending as if she was stand