?<strong>Chapter 392:</strong>


    At that moment, the man shoved a pill into her mouth. It was toote for her to spit it out.


    Hiscentughter echoed as he dered, “You said you wanted to stay by my side. Don’t me anyone else. Get on the bed and strip now. Maybe I’ll be gentle.”


    Kallie suppressed her tears and stared icily at the man before her. In a desperate bid, she lunged at him, attempting to fight him off.


    But she was no match for him at all. The disparity in their physical strength was evident, furtherpounded by the effects of a drug coursing through her veins. Kallie’s body burned with an unbearable heat, sapping her strength, leaving her feeble.


    In a futile attempt to regain control, she bit down on the tip of her tongue. Yet, it was to no avail. The heat only intensified.


    The man shook his head dismissively. “Stop fighting. Ms. Martel gave me the most potent drug to ensure sess. There is no cure for it yet. Without a man, you’re doomed.”


    As the man advanced toward Kallie, tears of despair began to fall from her eyes.


    The man pounced, tearing at her clothes while he breathed heavily, uttering provocation.


    “To be honest, we’ve already arranged for the media to cover this. Ms. Martel is really kind. The handsome young man from a wealthy family she picked for you is not too bad. You made the mistake of choosing me. Feeling any regrets? No use crying over spilled milk. From now on, you are my woman.”


    Kallie cursed Joanna inwardly, her disdain for thetter growing with every passing second.


    Just as the man was about to strip herpletely, he groaned and copsed to the floor, unconscious.


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    Her mind being tampered with by the drug, Kallie blinked, her confusion and fear palpable. In her daze, all she could make out was a blur moving toward her. He was tall, his posture erect.


    At first, Kallie didn’t recognize this neer. But as he neared, the mask on his face became unmistakable, and recognition dawned.


    “Mr. Jack…” Affected by the drug, Kallie’s words slurred slightly, taking on an unintentionally seductive tone. Her body felt unbearably warm. Her pretty face turned a deep red, and her eyes, brimming with tears, could have captivated any onlooker.


    Mr. Jack rushed to Kallie’s side and enveloped her in his arms. He exhaled a heavy sigh. “Kallie, you owe me once more.”


    It was then that Kallie recalled the man’s words about the sole antidote for the drug. Thest shred of her rational mind screamed at her to keep her distance from any man. “Go away,” she hastily said, pushing against Mr. Jack desperately.


    Kallie was oblivious to how her actions made her look like she was ying hard to get. Her movements were weak and tentative, resembling a kitten’s delicate, uncertain swipes with its tiny paws.


    “Don’t move,” Mr. Jack said, his eyes hardened with a dangerous glint.


    Kallie’s voice trembled as she pleaded, “Please, just go! Leave me alone!”


    As the drug took effect, Kallie felt an escting difort. It was a deep, gnawing heat threatening to erode her sanity.


    Mr. Jack gently ced her on the bed and then, with a cold voice,manded the person outside, “Get the antidote now!”


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