"No? Hmph." The man coldly sneered, increasingly tightening his grip with full force.
"It hurts! Let go of me..."
Unable to bear it, Freya Locke cried out in pain. Her wrists felt as if they were being pierced to the bone, the pain almost enough to make her faint, heart sinking rapidly.
Fear gradually consumed her heart. She finally realized how terrifying it was to upset Liam Yancey. Spiking his drink was like seeking her own doom.
Thus, she would never admit to it, even if it killed her!
Liam Yancey's eyes were bright red as a devil. The drug in his system had completely taken effect, causing his breathing to become uncontrollable and slightly erratic.
The heat within his body felt like a raging fire, consuming every inch of his skin, hot air piercing through his pores.
Now, he was as if in a fiery hell, experiencing endless torment body and soul.
His eyes seemed to bleed as he forcefully gripped the woman's wrist, suddenly froze.
