?<strong>Chapter 1240:</strong>


    Tinted ss descended to reveal Lilian’s face, shielded behind designer sunsses. Her gaze was fixed on the group’s leader.


    “You’re experts in adult films. I trust you know your craft without detailed instruction.”


    The man’s eyes gleamed with dark anticipation as he pictured their unconscious subject.


    “Rest assured, Miss Perkins. We pioneered Estresa’s first wave of adult content—everything since is mere imitation. Yourtest find surpasses all our previous celebrities. This will be our crowning achievement!”


    “Very good.” A satisfied smile yed across Lilian’s features.


    “Follow my instructions precisely. Keep a backup recording and ensure it loops in the main hall. Then return our guest to her original location.”


    “Yes, Miss Perkins!”


    As Lilian sealed herself behind the tinted window, victory sang through her veins. Andrew’s awareness of her scheme meant nothing—once that damning footage circted, Madisyn’s reputation would lie in ruins. After all, hadn’t she always been too eager to charm every man she met? Let her reap what she’d sown, Lilian mused darkly. Men were predictable creatures, and even Jared would flinch at the memory of this scandal whenever he looked at Madisyn. How could he possibly maintain his infatuation after this?


    While Lilian departed in smug satisfaction, inside the vi, Madisyny in calcted stillness. Though consciousness remained, her world had plunged into darkness. The soft mattress beneath her did little tofort as she tracked the movements and whispered conversations surrounding her.


    Her mind raced, analyzing her predicament. She’d detected her attacker’s approach outside the banquet, but they’d clearly studied herbat style. Despite her defensive strikes, they’d persisted until the drug-soaked cloth found its mark.


    Feigning unconsciousness had been her only option, and the potent sedative she’d partially inhaled had robbed her of sight. Its strength was evident in how quickly it had affected her vision.


    Madisyn forced herself to remain calm, channeling her energy into gathering intelligence.


    Those people’s borate setup suggested darker intentions yet toe. With practiced precision, she tracked each footstep and murmured conversation, building a mental map of her surroundings while her fingers sought the familiarfort of her gemstone bracelet.


    Her fingertips, alive with heightened sensitivity, moved deliberately across the stones. Each careful touch helped fight through the drug’s effect while she remained poised for action.


    In the opulent bedroom suite, several men wielded cameras, exchanging predatory nces as they studied her still form.


    “Strip down and wake her,” one instructed the man beside the bed.


    “We’re rolling now.”


    The words sent ice through Madisyn’s veins, her fingers pressing harder against the bracelet’s smooth surface.


    Just as unwanted fingers grazed her cor, a spark of light pierced her darkness. Though her vision remained clouded, the dim glow was enough to outline the shapes around her.


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