"Do you think your n is foolproof, Charles?"


    The mesmerizing voice belonged to Asher.


    Something heavy tumbled to the ground with a thud, and an agonized groan followed.


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    It was Charles'' secretary.


    Charles shuddered, and his heart raced.


    "Just spare me. Please let me go..."


    The secretary''s face contorted in pain. He was tied up, but his limbs hung limply


    The tendons on his hands and feet were severed.


    It was Asher''s M.O.


    A lithe figure with foxy eyes followed Asher into the room.


    "How are you going to manage without me?" Arnold looked worried for once.


    The Larsons had received an invitation for tonight. As experts in medicine and supply, the Larsons


    would definitely be on the guest list.


    The head of the Larson family was not pleased that his favorite daughter, M, was Wyatt''s kept


    woman. Hence, the Larsons avoided any events at which the Thompsons were in attendance. They did


    not want to be embarrassed.


    Nevertheless, since Journey Ventures was the host, the Larsons could not decline an invitation from


    them. With Arnold back in the country, the Larsons sent him to the event.


    Arnold was happy to oblige, as his man would be there. It had been a day, and Arnold missed him.


    Unbeknownst to him, drama awaited. Arnold wanted to stick up for his soon-to-be inws.


    Asher nced at Arnold with a look of resignation before turning to the man who was tied up on the


    ground.


    "Are you going to talk, or should I do the talking for you?"


    The secretary''s teeth ttered, and he was reluctant to talk because he could not afford to offend either


    party.


    Asher was about to turn the heat on the secretary when Arnold jumped in and said offhandedly, "Ash


    isn''t one to hold back, and you have gotten the taste of it. The treatment you''ll get is very different if you


    talk or if he speaks on your behalf."


    Arnold narrowed his eyes. "We can honor your wish to protect your master. I can let you know now that


    my surgical knife is sharper than Asher''s dagger. You won''t feel much pain."


    "I''ll talk! I''ll talk!"


    Unable to handle the idea of torture, the secretary fessed up. "Mr. Charles was frustrated that he


    couldn''t win Ms. Amelia''s heart, so he told me to get my hands on a liquid ecstasy. The liquid ecstasy


    will put Ms. Amelia under a spell, and it won''t leave a trace."


    "A liquid ecstasy? What''s that?" Justin furrowed his brows.


    "It''s a GHB, or rape drug."


    Arnold turned solemn. "A GHB overdose can lead to unconsciousness, extreme dizziness,


    disorientation, and vomiting. GHB''s effectse on quickly, and the victim will be knocked out in 10 to


    15 minutes. At that point, the victim will be unconscious to whatever is done to them."


    Asher''s chest tightened. Be and Justin exchanged nces in shock.


    "Bastard! The fucking audacity of you to use me! I''m going to kill you!" Charles red at his


    secretary.


    If Justin had not pinned him under his foot, Charles would have cut the secretary''s tongue out.


    "Amelia, you drank something they gave you..." Steven nervously held Amelia''s shoulders, worried the


    drug might damage her health.


    Amelia''s throbbing head filled her tearful eyes with a daze. "I-I didn''t. I drank a ss of juice with Be.


    I didn''t touch anything else."


    "Hahahahaha!"


    Charlesughed maniacally and pounded his fist on the ground. "Do you have proof? You don''t! I told


    you that she hit on me. She''s the whore!"