Her soft body was thrown onto the conference table, and Baili Xia felt dazed from the impact.
But at least she knew that the terrifying man was still standing beside her, looking down at her with a predatory gaze.
She struggled to sit up, but the moment she got her upper body off the table, the man's heavy body was on top of hers, pushing her easily back down.
"Still trying to escape?" Mu Xiaojiu smirked, his smile dangerously attractive.
Yet to Baili Xia, it was like a poppy — beautiful and tempting, yet unarguably lethal.
"Mr. Xiaojiu..." she called out softly, her wide eyes brimming with panic, her mind racing.
This time, not having been drugged, she was fully conscious, and she knew very well the severity of her situation.
When she was brought up here, she thought that with everyone watching in the conference room, this man wouldn't dare to cross the line.
