Exerting all her strength, Mnie ran forward. She knew things were not going to be easy the moment Vi pushed open the door to the private room. That was why she had been conserving her energy, waiting for the right moment.


    If she had confronted Vi and Quentin in the private room from the beginning, she would have definitely been at a disadvantage. She would not have been able to escape.


    Mnie was not sure what kind of drug she had been given, but she felt increasingly parched, and her limbs were beginning to go weak. She felt ufortable, but she dared not stop. The corridor led directly to the elevator. She needed to go to the corner ahead.


    If she had been on any other floor, it would be better as more people would be around. Unfortunately, Bruce had reserved a VIP room on the third floor. This floor was mostly reserved for business negotiations, and each room was closed off tightly.


    Apart from the cleaning staff who had just passed by, there was no one else in the corridor.


    There were footsteps approaching her from behind. With one hand against the wall, Mnie gritted her teeth as she continued moving forward. The footsteps behind her grew closer, and her anxiety intensified.


    Even if she had mental fortitude, getting drugged and hearing Quentin’s n to record his vile acts made her nervous. Moreover, her throat was incredibly dry, making it difficult for her to


    even scream.


    What was more, there was something about herself that she had kept under wraps. In


    extremely tense and fearful situations, her throat would freeze to the point where she could not even make a sound. It was impossible for her to scream, and she had to endure everything silently.


    It was just like the time she had ridden the roller coaster with Yvonne. After two rounds, she gradually rxed enough to make some noise. Yvonne had previouslypared her to a mime.


    The footsteps sounded like they were reaching her. Eyes still fixed on the long corridor ahead, Mnie felt her legs go weak again. Her hands slipped just as she was passing by a decorative vase with green nts. She fell to the ground.


    The footsteps behind her abruptly stopped.


    Mnie sat on the ground with her eyes closed. The fear spreading through her body held her captive from any movements. Quentin’s nauseating face and Vi’s triumphant smile shed through her mind.


    Then, a hand with well-defined knuckles reached over her shoulder.


    Mnie shuddered as the long, distinct joints pressed against her sensitive skin. Even through the fabric, she could distinctly feel the heat of the man’s palm. Mnie felt like she was burning up, as if her whole being


    Was on the verge of exploding.


    The man’s palm exerted a bit of pressure. He then slid his hand down her shoulder until it rested on her slender waist. She almost wanted to moan at the touch, but she clenched her jaw and sealed off her voice.


    Suddenly, she was lifted into the air. Mnie’s heart constricted when she felt herself being


    enveloped by a cold, clean aura.


    Moving her head a little, she met a pair of dark and icy eyes.