Mamie Powell slowly walked to bed. Gazing at the sleeping Basil Jaak, a thin smirk spread across her lips. She lightly patted his cheek, crowing arrogantly, "Ah, I hadn't expected you to still fall into my clutches. But don't worry, I won't harm you. I just want you to be my man."
"Not a real one, of course. I want you to wake up tomorrow thinking you're mine." Her silky fingers lightly brushed against Basil Jaak's neck as she coldly sneered, "Only in this way can I expand my power!"
Mamie Powell huffed coldly, turned around and prepared to walk away, but her arm was suddenly seized. Startled, she turned back to see Basil Jaak, who was supposed to be unconscious, had his eyes wide open now.
