Jeffrey Foster had just wrapped Abigail Green with his jacket when he felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck.
Abigail struggled to help him, but Jeffrey's entire body had already pressed down on her, leaving her unable to move.
Before she could react, the middle-aged man who had pretended to be ill to lure her over grabbed the unconscious male server and cursed under his breath, "Idiot." Then he looked at Jeffrey on top of Abigail and sneered, "Well, with Dean Foster involved, it's certainly better than using a gigolo."
With that, the man dragged the male server out of the room.
As the door closed, Abigail keenly noticed a strange scent in the air.
The smell wasn't strong, but it felt like fire, igniting the seeds of the drugs planted in her body earlier.
Abigail realized the severity of the situation.
It seemed Duncan Symons had been used by someone with bad intentions.
