No matter how light Charlee Ford was, she couldn't fly out of a skylight only one third as wide as her, and a gate with two people holding their hands.

After the two men untied her, they closed the door and stood outside chatting. A small wooden door was not soundproof, and Charlee Ford could hear their conversation clearly.

"Why, you say, do you have to go to such great pains to tie a woman back with no chicken in her hand this time?"

"Of course, it is rich. If you look at this woman, it is cultivated by rich people."

"But I heard that the boss is for a...