Soap: after being ground into powder, consuming it will produce an uncontrollable hormone that will take effect in 15 seconds.
Kota's heart skipped a beat, looking at the soap in his dimensional backpack.
There was no denial that the reward given by the desire list was extraordinary.
At first, he thought it was just a bath soap. Little did he expect it to have such a special effect.
He took another look at the other reward again.
Toothbrush: this is not an ordinary toothbrush. Using it to clean your mouth will bring your kissing skills to the level of a master that is limited to 12 hours.
In other words, as long as he used this toothbrush twice a day, he could keep the master's kissing skills for an entire day.
Kota couldn't help but smile smugly when he saw this.
Was this especially aimed at women?
Could Catherine withstand his powerful kisses?
At this time, John, Catherine's fiancé, had already arrived with a waiter.
Kota knew that Catherine's fiancé had spiked the red wine.
Catherine was the target.
And the waiter had two glasses of red wine on his tray.
Kota had figured it out when he saw this.
He turned his head and whispered into Catherine's ear.
"Be careful. This red wine has been spiked with an aphrodisiac. If you drink it, you might lose yourself, and the consequences will be serious."
Catherine's heart missed a beat upon hearing Kot's warning.
She looked at her fiancé John with disgust.
And then Kota spoke again. "Don't worry. You will be fine if you don't drink it. Of course, you may drink it if you don't believe me. Anyway, I will tie up the loose ends for you. I won't let you lose face at tonight's cocktail party."
Catherine still had doubts, but she still took it seriously.
Perhaps Kota wasn't trustworthy, but she was talking about John, who was even less trustworthy.
So Catherine had no choice.
She trusted Kota more, at least a situation like this.
She lost nothing by drinking one less glass of wine.
So she knew what to do.
"Catherine, my father has spoken to your family. Our marriage will be put on the agenda. It won't be long before we become husband and wife.
"By the way, who is this male companion of yours? Don't you want to introduce him?"
Catherine glanced at John in disgust.
This man always felt disgusting to her, no matter when.
Seeing that Catherine had no intention of introducing him, John was not angry, since Kota was just a nobody in his eyes.
How could he not understand what was on Catherine's mind?
She was hiring an actor to put on a show in front of him.
So he figured he might as well give Catherine a way out.
"Come on, Catherine, have a glass of wine. I wish you a good time at this cocktail party."
As soon as Catherine drank this glass of wine, she would slowly pass out and become a plaything on his bed tonight.
As for Kota, he would just send him off with a wad of cash.
Catherine frowned, and she believed in Kota even more.
From what she made of John's meaning, as long as she drank this glass of wine, he would not disturb her again. John was using this as a condition.
So she was now faced with two choices.
She either argued with John, or earned herself a night of freedom today.
Catherine looked at Kota, hoping to get his assurance so she could be more at ease.
Kota knew that. He signaled to her it was fine.
Unknowing to Catherine, being by Kota's side had become a dependency. She would need to ask Kota about everything before she could feel at ease.
After getting Kota's assurance, Catherine took the wineglass handed over by the server with no hesitation.
John, who was at the side, watched all of this with a smile. He raised the wineglass in his hand.
"Cheers, have a good time tonight!"
John was not so kind-hearted. The so-called "have a good time" referred to Catherine being in his bed.
John downed the wine at one go to show his sincerity, his eyes fixated on Catherine.
In his mind, he had given enough face to Catherine. After all, he had drunk the wine first, and Catherine would have to accept it.
This was the condition of not disturbing her tonight.
Catherine held the wineglass with one hand and placed the other on Kota's back, pinching him with two fingers.
It was as if saying, "What do you think? Do I really have to drink it?"
Five seconds had passed, and there were still ten seconds left before the red wine that John had already drunk would take effect.
With his advanced fighting skills, Kota was a dab hand at manipulating some tricks.
He had dropped the soap powder into John's wine glass without John knowing it.
Now he was just waiting for the drug to do its job.
Kota let out a smile, snatched the wine glass from Catherine's hand, and dropped the glass to the ground as if by accident.
Clank!
The glass shattered instantly.
This sudden noise attracted the attention of everyone at the scene.
Those who were present had prestigious backgrounds or local tycoons in New York City.
Their usual upbringing made them feel disgusted by this sudden noise.
Who was so inept that he could not even hold their wine glasses properly? Which family did that person come from?
Or it was some tycoon? The first impression they had was that this person had received no proper training, and that it was a sign of their lack of upbringing.
So everyone looked over curiously.
Some had even walked over.
One of them was the organizer of this year's cocktail party, Jason Liszt.
Jason walked over and wanted to know what happened. Behind him were a few waiters following him.
These waiters were in fact well-trained bodyguards.
Catherine did not give it a second thought. It was just a broken glass. Moreover, this was done in front of her by Kota to get her out of trouble.
But John became furious, but he quickly calmed himself down. Looking at the two of them, John became suspicious.
Could it be that they knew that this glass of wine had been spiked?
Impossible.
Other than his confidant and the waiter who served the wine, no one knew about his plan.
In that case.
If this glass of wine did not work, he would get her another glass.
Catherine had to drink his spiked wine, no matter what.
So, John turned to look at the waiter beside him.
Just then, 15 seconds had passed.
Kota looked at all of this with interest, looking forward to what would unfold next.
A strange sensation rose within John.
He looked at the waiter's face and immediately took a liking to him.
The waiter was clueless of what was coming. He turned around and was about to pour a glass of spiked red wine.
At this time, John reached out his hand, throwing away the glass in his hand.
The glass shattered with a loud clunk.
At the same time, John grabbed the waiter's arm and pulled him into his embrace.
When no one was looking, he kissed the waiter.
At the same time, his other free hand did not stay idle but groped at the waiter's private part.
The waiter felt pain and was dumbfounded.
And he immediately screamed, "Ah—"