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    Tracy initially resisted, managing to spit out much of the wine.


    This act, however, sshed wine on Simon, igniting his anger further.


    “You’re just a secretary, a nobody. Even if I rape you today, no one would dare confront me.”


    Gasping for air, Tracy retorted fiercely, “You’re going to regret this! I work for Brian White. When he learns of this, he won’t stand by. You should release me now.”


    Hearing this, Simon’sughter grew louder and more disdainful.


    “Really? Brian White? Do you think he actually cares what happens to a secretary?”


    He thenmanded his associates, “Hold her down. I’m not stopping today until she begs for mercy.”


    Immediately, two men approached and seized Tracy firmly on either side.


    Their grip was strong.


    Despite her struggles, Tracy found escape impossible.


    With a malevolent grin, Simon said mockingly, “You asked for this.”


    He stood over her, elegantly pouring a ss of red wine that fell like a stream of blood. The pour was quick and harsh. Wine sttered across Tracy’s face, hair, and clothes, and some forced its way into her mouth,pelling her to swallow.


    After forcing several sses of wine, he switched to hard liquor.


    Tracy watched in horror as he uncorked a bottle of strong spirits, her eyes wide with fear, shaking her head frantically. She tried to plead, but her voice failed her.


    Hisughter grew wilder, more chilling.


    With each chuckle, he tipped the bottle, letting the liquor flow freely.


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    The onught left Tracy disheveled and drenched, reeking of alcohol. As the harsh liquor burned down her throat, it felt like her insides were ame.


    The sensation was both fiery and painful.


    She arched her neck back, desperately trying to mp her mouth shut. Her jaw was mped tightly as she was forcibly fed mouthfuls of alcohol, filling her mouthpletely.


    By the end of the ordeal, with the bottle now empty, she was nearly unconscious, continuously coughing.


    At that moment, her face was drenched not just from alcohol but also from tears mixed with regret.


    She had known of Simon Prescott’s reputation as a privileged, brash heir in his forties, infamous for his reprehensible actions and unting his wealth. Yet, she had intentionallye, believing that enduring some hardship or harassment mightpel Brian to rescue her.


    Tracy had anticipated possibly ending up drunk or being inappropriately touched. However, the reality of the situation had far surpassed her worst expectations. Had she foreseen the actual danger, she would never have chosen such a risky tactic.


    She realized she had gambled and lost miserably.


    Just as despair overwhelmed her, the door of the private room was violently burst open.


    Brian entered, his formidable presence framed by a backlight, looking every bit the hero she needed.


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