Before Britney could lead him in, someone grabbed her from behind and pressed her mouth tightly. Her grip on Christopher loosened.
Britney was caught off guard and struggled to break free, wondering who had come to ruin her plan.
"Um…" She winced when something pricked her neck.
Her body went limp in just a matter of a few seconds, and she collapsed to the ground in a heap as consciousness slipped away.
Christopher, on the other hand, was safe in the arms of someone else, the effects of the drug consuming his rationality. He was rubbing his nose against the person's neck, inhaling the sexy aroma of the perfume. He was not aware of what was happening around him.
"I miss you," he murmured.
Abigail looked at Britney's unconscious form, hugging Christopher, her breathing erratic.
Lance looked up at her and asked, "What's now?"
"Send her to the Grand Hotel," Abigail commanded.
