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    A voice, altered by a voice modtor, said, “Sophia, have you forgotten myst warning?”


    Almost reflexively, Sophia flinched. A trace of fear crept onto her usually impassive face. She hurriedly apologized, “Sorry, Boss. It wasn’t me this time. I’ve already warned Brendan about it.”


    The caller was clearly unimpressed by her exnation. He let out a coldugh before replying, “I want one of his hands brought to me within the hour. And as for your antidote, consider it canceled for the next two weeks.”


    Sophia couldn’t help but shiver at the harshmand. Left with no other choice, she reluctantly agreed, her voice barely above a whisper, “Understood.”


    The call ended abruptly, leaving Sophia surrounded by an eerie coldness. She looked around cautiously, ensuring she was unobserved, before slipping into her car. Once inside, she pulled out a cigarette and inhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves.


    Foolish Brendan. He had chosen to mess with the one person he most shouldn’t have. Zoey was still suffering, barely clinging to any resemnce of her original appearance. Her condition was a direct consequence of getting involved with that person while she was acting against Katelyn.


    Suddenly, Sophia’s phone rang again. She nced at the caller ID before answering casually.


    As soon as the call connected, a voice urgently shouted, “Boss, there’s a problem!”


    Sophia’s face immediately darkened as she asked sharply, “What’s wrong?”


    The voice on the other end sounded increasingly worried. “Zoey has contracted a venereal disease, and now it’s spreading to those who have had sex with her.”


    Sophia’s expression deepened with concern. She had anticipated this problem but hadn’t expected it to arise so quickly. If this situation wasn’t controlled, it would cause significant damage to their own people.


    In a serious tone, she instructed, “Understood. Confine them in theb’s ck cell for the time being.”


    “Understood!” came the reply.


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    After ending the call, Sophia quickly contacted her boss.


    Two hours passed.


    In a dimly lit cell, Zoeyy weakly on the ground, her skin burned with unbearable itching. As she tried to scratch, her nails tore into her flesh, leaving raw marks. The intense itching merged with the pain of her raw skin. Powerless, shey on the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had wept so muchtely that her eyesight was bing blurry.


    Zoey had never imagined she would endure such harsh and merciless conditions. A wave of crushing misery washed over her, leaving her feelingpletely abandoned.


    No one woulde to save her. Not her parents. Certainly not Katelyn. If Katelyn could see her now, Katelyn might even take pleasure in her misery.


    Zoey’s fingers trembled as she tried to rise, but she copsed back helplessly.


    Just then, the door to her cell slowly creaked open. Zoey looked up to see Sophia standing in the doorway.


    At the sight of Sophia, fear flooded her eyes, and she begged with a shaky voice, “Please, let me go.” Her voice, rough from hours of screaming, echoed like a shattered gong, sharp and painful to hear.


    Sophia gave her a cool look and remained silent. She turned to her associates and instructed, “Take her away!”


    Zoey realized that she was in for another session of harsh torture. But she no longer had the energy to fight back.


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