Chapter 392



At that moment, the man shoved a pill into her mouth. It was too late for her to spit it out.

His complacent laughter echoed as he declared, “You said you wanted to stay by my side. Don’t blame anyone else. Get on the bed and strip now. Maybe I’ll be gentle.”

Kallie suppressed her tears and stared icily at the man before her. In a desperate bid, she lunged at him, attempting to fight him off.

But she was no match for him at all. The disparity in their physical strength was evident, further compounded by the effects of a drug coursing through her veins. Kallie’s body burned with an unbearable heat, sapping her strength, leaving her feeble.

In a futile attempt to regain control, she bit down on the tip of her tongue. Yet, it was to no avail. The heat only intensified.

The man shook his head dismissively. “Stop fighting. Ms. Martel gave me the most potent drug to ensure success. There is no cure for it yet. Without a man, you’re doomed.”

As the man advanced toward Kallie, tears of despair began to fall from her eyes.

The man pounced, tearing at her clothes while he breathed heavily, uttering provocation.

“To be honest, we’ve already arranged for the media to cover this. Ms. Martel is really kind. The handsome young man from a wealthy family she picked for you is not too bad. You made the mistake of choosing me. Feeling any regrets? No use crying over spilled milk. From now on, you are my woman.”

Kallie cursed Joanna inwardly, her disdain for the latter growing with every passing second.

Just as the man was about to strip her completely, he groaned and collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․𝑐𝓞𝓂 brings great stories Her mind being tampered with by the drug, Kallie blinked, her confusion and fear palpable. In her daze, all she could make out was a blur moving toward her. He was tall, his posture erect.

At first, Kallie didn’t recognize this newcomer. But as he neared, the mask on his face became unmistakable, and recognition dawned.

“Mr. Jack…” Affected by the drug, Kallie’s words slurred slightly, taking on an unintentionally seductive tone. Her body felt unbearably warm. Her pretty face turned a deep red, and her eyes, brimming with tears, could have captivated any onlooker.

Mr. Jack rushed to Kallie’s side and enveloped her in his arms. He exhaled a heavy sigh. “Kallie, you owe me once more.”

It was then that Kallie recalled the man’s words about the sole antidote for the drug. The last shred of her rational mind screamed at her to keep her distance from any man. “Go away,” she hastily said, pushing against Mr. Jack desperately.

Kallie was oblivious to how her actions made her look like she was playing hard to get. Her movements were weak and tentative, resembling a kitten’s delicate, uncertain swipes with its tiny paws.

“Don’t move,” Mr. Jack said, his eyes hardened with a dangerous glint.

Kallie’s voice trembled as she pleaded, “Please, just go! Leave me alone!”

As the drug took effect, Kallie felt an escalating discomfort. It was a deep, gnawing heat threatening to erode her sanity.

Mr. Jack gently placed her on the bed and then, with a cold voice, commanded the person outside, “Get the antidote now!”

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