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    “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Jones,” Judd said with a practiced smile, handing Christina a ss of wine that he had alreadyced with a drug. “Would you grant me the honor of a drink?”


    Christina lowered hershes and epted the ss with a delicate smile. She gave the wine a gentle swirl and then raised it to her nose for a casual sniff. As she suspected, it had been tampered with.


    A fleeting chill shed in her eyes, though her smile only softened, growing more radiant. Since this man stooped to such vile tricks, he had no right to me her when she struck back.


    Her eyes flicked briefly toward the spot where Judd had cast his nces earlier, noting the group of men lounging there. She made a silent promise not to spare them either.


    Her gaze grew sharper, colder, but her smile turned dazzling—almost enchanting.


    Judd swallowed hard, nearly undone by her charm.


    “Mr. Barker, you seem to be drooling,” Christina teased lightly, her voice carrying a coy lilt as she offered a gentle reminder.<fn39c6> Newest update provided by findnovel</fn39c6>


    Snapping back to himself, Judd hurriedly wiped his mouth, forcing a sheepish smile. “Forgive me. That was rather unseemly of me.”


    “Not at all.” Christina returned a graceful smile and then feigned a look of innocent surprise. “Oh dear! Mr. Barker, you’ve got something on your lips. Allow me to help,” she said, pulling a tissue from her bag.


    As her hand drifted past his winess, a barely visible sprinkle of powder slipped into the drink, dissolving without a trace.


    Her lips curved into a sly yet alluring smile. In that single motion, she had slipped a bit of poison into his drink.


    No matter how many doctors or hospitals Judd sought, the toxin would remain elusive, impossible to detect. From this day forward, he would be permanently robbed of the ability to be aroused again, cursed to nights of relentless suffering—a torment worse than death.


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    It was poetic justice, really. A man so vile had surely used this same trick to harm countless women. Meeting her today was nothing more than his retribution.


    Christina’s simple act of dabbing at Judd’s lips, paired with her sweetly seductive manner, revealed no trace of artifice, and it only made his heart pound harder.


    Dazed, Judd gazed at her as if spellbound, reaching clumsily to seize her wrist. But Christina dodged effortlessly, her movements nimble and precise. The tissue she had brushed against his mouth ended up in his hand.


    Meeting her demure smile, his head swam, as though the very sight of her left him dizzy. He raised the tissue to his nose, convinced he caught the faintest trace of her unique scent. What an irresistible enchantress—surely she would be wild in bed. His mind swarmed with obscene visions, his eyes stripping her with unashamed hunger.


    “Are those gentlemen your friends, Mr. Barker? Would you mind introducing me to them?” Christina asked sweetly, her voice like honey.


    So enthralled was Judd that hepletely forgot she hadn’t touched the wine he had offered. “Well…” His eyes darted toward hispanions, hesitation flickering in him, wary that such a captivating woman might be snatched away. Christina plucked the ss from Judd’s hand and held it to his lips herself.


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