It might have been the recollection of the scene earlier that triggered the effects of the drug in her
blood.
She opened her eyes wide, which were slightly red and bloodshot, and couldn’t stop her body from
shaking involuntarily.
Justin could clearly see that something was wrong with Stella as he crouched down before her. “What
exactly is going on with you?”
awake, “I’m really sorry. Could you send me to the hospital, please?”
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In the dimly lit private room. A moment’s change made the noisy and bustling private room turn deadly
silent. No one dared to make a sound as they all looked tentatively at Weston. Ever since Stella left, he
thrashed everything within reach in the private room. Beginning with the table right before him, to the
wine glass that Stella poured wine into for him, almost everything was smashed mercilessly on the
floor. Glass shards were all over the floor.
No one dared to even breathe, clueless as to why Weston was so worked up.
Even Weston himself did not know why.
At that moment, he was seated in a dark corner, his dress pants slightly wrinkled from being sat on by
Stella. His buckle shone in the light, while the red stains on his white shirt could barely be seen.
The man’s sharp, beautiful eyes were shrouded in the darkness. His slightly heavy breaths betrayed
the bad mood he was currently in. He took a long puff of his cigarette as scenes from earlier replayed
endlessly in his mind.
He was not one to lose control.
Over so many years, he had never lost control over himself. Earlier, he had forced Stella into his
embrace, seeking her touch by pinching her chin and demanding more of her.
Weston shut his eyes as the urge overwhelmed him again. He merely wanted to recall how he had lost
control back then, but did not expect the mere memory to flip a switch deep inside him.
He cursed inwardly and somehow sensed that something was off, as if there was something else
coursing through his veins. He suddenly opened his eyes. “You lit the fragrance in here?”
Everyone in the private room sat up straight, their faces tense. “I…” The fragrance in this place was no
ordinary fragrance, but fragrance that had additional ingredients in them.
While it was not harmful to the body, it had aphrodisiac properties.
Such tactics were commonplace in venues such as these, and no one would explicitly highlight its
existence.
What’s more, such fragrances were only used in moderation to lighten the mood. While it might cause
discomfort to some, most people wouldn’t lose all their senses, similar to being slightly intoxicated. Yet,
its effects might differ from person to person. There might be a small proportion who would react
strongly to it.
The portion administered in the fragrance was considered moderate. For most people, as long as they
indulged themselves and enjoyed the effect that the drug caused them, it had the ability to make them
very happy. Otherwise, those people in the private room wouldn’t have gone to such extremes earlier.
Someone asked boldly, “Mr. Ford, do you not like this smell? I’ll get someone to air the room right
away.”
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Weston shut his eyes.
No wonder.
He had no choice but to blame his strange behavior on this unusual fragrance. Otherwise, he really
couldn’t figure out why he had lost control so thoroughly.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes as a look of viciousness flashed past his eyes.
Stella Sealey…
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