Vi spoke softly as she pressed herself against Mnie’s ear. She took Mnie’s arm affectionately and changed her tone to a slightly more gentle one as she said, “Mnie, you’ve had too much to drink. Let me help you to rest.”


    Mnie wanted to shake off her hand, but she did not have the energy to do it. She struggled to regte her breathing and suppress the rising heat of her body. “Vi, you still have a chance to regret this.”


    Vi looked into Mnie’s eyes, not hiding the malice in them at all. “Rather than threaten me, you should think about what you should doter if you still have the energy.”


    Quentin had already entered the room. He lookedposed in his white shirt and ck trousers. Since theirst encounter in the west of the city, Mnie had not seen Quentin again.


    However, she seemed to have heard that he was demoted by the owner of Vanke Group for


    some reason.


    Pushing up the sses on his nose, Quentin walked over to her and said, “Mnie, long time no see.”


    Vi propped her up. Mnie had a frown on her face that was flushing abnormally. Despite the difort caused by the drug in her body, her gaze remained clear. She swept her gaze back and forth between Vi and Quentin. “Did you tamper with my drink?”


    Vi feigned surprise and eximed, “It’s not right to throw false usations around, Mnie. You have no evidence, so you shouldn’t make baseless ims.”


    Mnie looked at the confident way Vi was carrying herself and felt unease wash through her. “You had Mason tamper with my drink.”


    She could not understand why Mason would suddenly offer her a drink otherwise. Vi’s expression was mocking. She looked at Mnie with a smirk and said, “So what if it’s me? Do you think you can escape?”


    After saying this, she turned to Quentin. “Have you prepared everything you need? I worked hard to bring this person to you. You know what to do.”


    Quentin grinned as he looked over Mnie brazenly.


    She had chosen to wear a white professional suit for the business discussion today. The top buttons of her jacket were unbuttoned, revealing the shirt underneath.


    Her figure was well-defined, and the formal attire seemed alluring on her.


    The greed in Quentin’s eyes disgusted Mnie. “Don’t worry, everything is ready. I initially thought your suggestion was unnecessary, but now I think filming it and keeping the footage for myself will be a kind of enjoyment,” he said.


    After saying that, he reached out to Mnie.


    Vi pushed Mnie onto Quentin with a look of disgust. She then lifted her chin and informed her triumphantly, “I want to see if you’ll still be as arrogant tomorrow!” A sinister smile slowly appeared on her face.


    “Mnie, I’m about to ruin your reputation.”


    Mnie was practically forced out of the private room by Quentin. She had almost no strength left and was entirely at his mercy.


    The man’s rough palm rested on her waist as the air between them was filled with a murky heat. The strong scent of cologne on Quentin added to Mnie’s nausea and disgust.


    The hotel Bruce had chosen had dining areas on the lower floors. To reach the rooms upstairs, they had to go around this side of the corridor and take the elevator.


    As Quentin led Mnie toward the elevator, he deliberately lowered his voice as he spoke. It was apanied by his heavy breaths and sinisterugh. “Mnie, look, you still ended up like this in the end. What was the point of being so stubborn all those years ago?”


    Her nausea was growing stronger when suddenly, a cleaning trolley appeared in front of them. Mnie’s eyes narrowed slightly. As the cleaning staff pushed the trolley toward them, she elbowed Quentin’s stomach abruptly, causing him to bend over in pain.


    She then stumbled and ran past the cleaning trolley.


    Quentin doubled over in sudden pain, and the cleaning staff hurriedly went over to help him. By the time Quentin recovered, Mnie had disappeared.


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