Olaf York got up from the bed and looked at the empty room, and his muddled head gradually began to clear.
Last night, he had fallen for Yenny Canfield's scheme. The obedient and understanding woman had actually learned the underhanded trick of drugging him.
He, a distinguished lawyer, was actually outsmarted by a woman. If this got out, he might be ridiculed by his colleagues.
How many times had he slept with Yenny Canfield on this bed last night? Twice? Or was it three times?
He could no longer remember, but none of it mattered anymore.
Now, the problem was - Yenny Canfield was not in the room, and even her clothes had disappeared.
It was past seven o'clock in the morning now, where was Jaylene Ziel, who had brought him the sobering-up medicine last night? She had disappeared all night.
His clothes hanging on the air conditioner were almost dry, Olaf quickly changed and came out of the room, not noticing a note under the bowl on the tea table.
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