Chapter 110
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Yasmine could only watch helplessly as David stripped off her pants. She was powerless to resist.
The drug in her system was taking effect, making her feel feverish all over. Her consciousness began to blur as she entered a state of confusion and arousal.
“You bitch, you should have gone along with me. Why do you have to make me go the extra mile? Do you think you can escape from my grasp?
“Don’t act like an angel in front of me. I’ve got my camera ready to record everything later. After that, you can enjoy watching your performance.”
As David spoke, his hands caressed Yasmine’s slender thighs, inching upward.
“With these videos and photos, you’ll have no choice but to obey me. Or else, I’ll release them all out for everyone.”
Yasmine shuddered in fear as she heard David’s sinister words.
Those dirty hands were approaching her most sensitive part. She tried to evade but she felt weak, unable to escape.
“You bastard! Go to hell!” Yasmine resorted to cursing at him out of desperation.
David laughed. “Keep cursing, I like it.”
Tears of humiliation and helplessness welled in Yasmine’s eyes.
Before he could proceed, a loud crash sounded.
The room door was kicked open!
It was one of David’s guards who had forced his way in.
David frowned at the noise and headed out of the bedroom. The entrance had been smashed open, and his bodyguard Sam was lying on the floor. There was no one outside.
“What’s going on, Sam?” David shouted angrily.
Sam coughed up blood, face pale. “Mr. Wells, someone… someone’s here.”
“Who? Can’t you handle them?”
“He’s no match for me.” A voice came from outside, and it was Steven.
“Who are you?” David saw Steven entering and felt murderous rage. Steven had ruined his plans.
Steven couldn’t be bothered to waste time talking with David. With a swift movement, Steven was standing right in front of him, like a ghost, startling David. Steven grasped David’s neck. “If you ever try to harm Yasmine again, I’ll kill you.”
David could barely breathe, terrified and speechless.
Steven had no intention to kill but he didn’t let David off easily. He delivered a powerful kick to David’s groin.
David’s face contorted in agony, but no scream came out.
Steven threw him to the ground, and David lay there clutching his crotch, wailing in agony.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Yasmine’s drug–induced frenzy had reached its peak. She was rolling on the bed, her body flushed pink. She stripped off her clothes and underwear, lost in desire.
Seeing Steven, she pounced, clinging to him, and groping him wildly.
Steven quickly retrieved a silver needle and pinned Yasmine back onto the bed. Then, he swiftly administered seven needles to drain the toxins from her body.
Soon, poison oozed out, soaking a large portion of the bedsheet.
Yasmine’s complexion gradually returned to normal. Her eyes cleared as she regained her senses.
“Steven? What are you doing here?”
