When Glen sat down, he saw the familiar red wine glass on the table without a drop left inside, and only vague color remained at the bottom.
"It seems that Miss Hanson... drank it all, right?" He smiled when he continued.
Grace shivered as she knelt there, the heat in her body rising in bursts. The heat that was unusual could destroy one's sanity.
Only by biting her lip hard could she stop the uncontrollable trembling of her body.
Glen's smile was already grim. Through the lens, he looked even more cold. "Miss Hanson's about to suffer. The drug is developed by a very evil team abroad. It's used to deal with some female spies from other countries. You may go crazy for three days and nights if you are subject to the slightest quota."
Glen said it absently, but when the word fell into Grace's ears, it was a thunderstorm!
