Chester Hanson's eyes were furiously red and murky, his body felt as if millions of ants were biting him inside, a surge of intense urge was almost about to engulf him.
"Don't move!...." He growled, his voice completely hoarse.
Tara Summer stiffened, looking up at the man's fierce eyes, her body involuntarily began to tremble.
"Mr. Third Hanson, are you... drugged by someone?" She asked tentatively, still trying to delay time, hoping Owl Eagle would notice her absence soon and come looking for her.
The moment she suggested he might have been drugged, Chester unexpectedly flinched abruptly halting his actions.
"Hmm." He sneered coldly, grinning spiteful amusement.
Seeing this, Tara realized she was right, and the man seemed resentful about it. Tara, being clever, immediately continued to ask, "Who would be so bold as to dare harm you, Mr. Third?"
