Chloe Grant was already dazed, feeling a bit faint, her body unbearably hot.
Sophia Fraser and a few others finally managed to get her into the hotel room, and Mason Woods was also carried in by the staff.
Mason’s symptoms were exactly like Chloe Grant’s, clearly having drunk the water too.
After throwing them both on the bed, Zoe Graham still seed hesitant, "Is this really safe...?"
She always felt this wasn’t quite appropriate.
She hadn’t fully agreed earlier, so she was still hesitating now.
"It’s already like this, what’s the point of hesitating, let’s go."
Sophia Fraser imdiately pulled Zoe Graham to leave.
Ava Woods was standing there, took a photo with her phone, smirking, planning to tease Chloe about it later.
Before, in the dorm, teasing each other rarely worked on Chloe Grant, but with this... they could laugh for years.
"Ava Woods!"
Sophia Fraser called out from outside.
Ava Woods responded, put away her phone, and quickly ran out.
anwhile, just a second after the door was closed, Mason Woods, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.
His gaze was clear, nothing like soone who had taken drugs.
He even curled his lips into a smile, one of triumph mixed with slyness.
He propped himself up, looking at Chloe Grant lying there, his whole eyes were glowing.
Swallowing his saliva over and over.
He pointed his index finger at Chloe Grant’s face, slowly moving down...
"Usually seems nothing, didn’t expect so much..."
Mason marveled, his heart starting to race.
Nervously swallowing repeatedly, his hands began rubbing as he attempted to undress Chloe Grant...
"Bang!"
Just as Mason Woods lifted the corner of Chloe Grant’s clothes, the hotel room door was brutally kicked open from outside.
Mason was startled, looking up...
A man stood at the door, silhouetted by the light; Mason couldn’t see his face, but he could clearly feel the sinister aura he emitted, making Mason’s heart and scalp numb instantly, a sense of terror arising!
His hands started to tremble, Chloe Grant’s clothes slipping from his grasp.
The man at the door was already striding in, grabbing Mason entirely with one hand, lifting him off the bed.
The white shirt on his arm stretched taut, as if the strength of his arm was about to burst through the fabric.
"Ah..."
Mason instinctively scread.
The man ignored him, dragging his body off the bed and throwing him to the ground, finally dragging him out like a dead dog and kicking him away.
Mason’s body slamd into the wall, and as he fell, he almost coughed up blood.
Furiously raising his head, just about to curse... but at the sight of the man’s chilling gaze, he didn’t dare utter a word.
Matthew Morgan waved slightly, then several bodyguards rushed over. He coldly left a remark, "Break his hands."
Leaving behind these cruel words, he turned around and entered the hotel room without another word of waste.
The door closed, completely isolating Mason Woods’s screams and wails.
As soon as Matthew Morgan closed the door, Chloe Grant’s body lunged into his arms, restlessly struggling and crying...
Her voice was filled with sobs, grasping Matthew Morgan, randomly pulling at buttons.
Her slightly long nails scratched over and over, gradually extinguishing his anger... ultimately igniting another fire...
Matthew Morgan frowned!
As Chloe Grant tugged off his shirt, he effortlessly lifted her with one hand and tossed her onto the bed...
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