Chapter 132

Chapter 132

But the assailant was too strong, effortlessly dragging her up the stairs, a cloth soaked with ether clamped firmly over her mouth and nose.

The high concentration of ether swiftly sapped Leanne’s strength, her consciousness blurring into obscurity.

She drifted in and out of awareness, sometimes catching the distinct scent of a car’s interior, at other times feeling herself being guided, unsure of the destination.

She tried to scream for help, but no sound emerged, and she slipped back into confusion.

When she came to, she found herself sprawled on a couch.

Her wrists and ankles were zip-tied, and duct tape sealed her lips.

The anesthetic’s effects hadn’t fully worn off, and she felt groggy, her body weak, struggling to sit up.

Through her hazy vision, she saw a man’s robust figure seated across from her.

“You’re coming around quickly,” the man spoke.

That voice… It was Derek.

She remembered the malicious words on that card, the chilling intuition at her doorstep that night.

It was indeed him.

With her hands bound behind her back, it was difficult for Leanne to muster any strength. She managed to prop herself up on the couch, staggering in an attempt to stand.

Derek rose and pushed her back down.

“Keep your energy; you’re not getting out of this room.”

He finally cast aside his facade of respectability, his smile giving off an unsettling, predatory vibe.

“I wanted to be gentle with you, but you just had to be so vigilant.”

Leanne tried to speak, only managing a muffled whimper.

“Want to talk?” Derek ripped off the tape from her mouth.

“What the hell do you want?” Leanne demanded, her voice barely strong.

Derek stared intently at her flushed face and slightly parted pink lips, a dark gleam in his

eyes.

“Didn’t Curtis ever tell you not to stare at a man like that? I don’t want much, just to see

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what it’s like to have sex with Curtis’ women

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“There’s nothing between us, and we’re divorced

wouldn’t dare touch you if you weren’t Derek caressed her smooth cheek, Who would mess with Curtis leftovers?

Leanne tried to dodge his touch, her chest heaving with anger and fear, “If you’re so obsessed with beating him, why don’t you go after him directly? Wouldn’t that be more satisfying”

Derek paused, caught off guard Seizing the opportunity, Leanne wrenched free from his grasp and dashed toward the door, only to be yanked back.

Stop struggling You’re not escaping my grasp today. But don’t worry, I can be compassionate Just cooperate and I let you go after I’ve had my fill.

Leanne had no chance against the brute strength of a grown man, especially with her

limbs bound

She broke

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Derek’s grip and screamed for help, but Derek laughed without ind scream like that.”

her ear, his voice deliberately low, tainted with vile amusement, “Just drtis is right next door. Maybe if you’re loud enough, he’ll hear you.”

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