Chapter 173: Chapter 173

Chapter 173:

Harlee brought the drugged wine to Liliana’s trembling lips.

“Liliana, you should get some rest. When you wake up, the Juarez family will be ruined, and so will your reputation.”

“No! Don’t…” Liliana shook her head frantically, her voice breaking with despair. She knew exactly what would happen if that wine was forced down her throat.

While she thought she could endure the humiliation of being raped by several men tonight, the idea of reporters storming in tomorrow—her name and compromising photos plastered across headlines—was unbearable.

Harlee tightened her grip on Liliana’s jaw, her face shadowed with contempt.

“Why didn’t you think clearly when you drugged me? Why didn’t you consider the consequences then?”

Realizing that pleading was futile, Liliana’s expression turned fierce, and she resorted to threats.

“Harlee, how dare you do this to me? Aren’t you afraid of the Juarez family’s revenge?”

Harlee’s eyes burned with anger, her voice sharp.

“The Juarez family? After tomorrow, the Juarez Group will be gone. What retaliation is there to fear?”

Liliana froze, her mind racing. She remembered the conversation she had overheard at the study door.

Her body went rigid as the weight of Harlee’s words sank in.

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Her face turned ghostly white, her wide eyes brimming with fear. Regret consumed her as she realized the full extent of her mistake. She had not only provoked Harlee but had also dragged the Juarez family into a catastrophe they could not escape.

Liliana lay on the bed as if nailed there, her body motionless.

Her complexion was pale as paper, tinged with a sickly bluish-gray. She stopped struggling and ceased her desperate pleas for mercy.

Harlee, seeing Liliana’s state, remained relentless. Without hesitation, she forced the drugged wine into Liliana’s mouth.

Liliana’s regrets wouldn’t change anything.

Harlee knew that if she hadn’t found the drug in time or been more resourceful than Liliana, her own fate could have been far worse. Sympathy for malicious individuals like Liliana only led to trouble.

Once Harlee confirmed that Liliana was unconscious, she slipped into the closet to hide. Moments later, the door creaked open, and four shady men entered the room.

“No way! This woman is gorgeous!”

“Enough talk.

Get to work. The reporters will be here in a few hours. Remember the plan?”

“Yes! When the reporters arrive, we’ll say she seduced us and that we’re the victims.”

“I’m already undressed, and you’re still talking. I’m not waiting for you.”

As they began their assault, undressing and climbing onto the bed, their hands reaching out for the unconscious Liliana, Harlee quietly exited the closet and slipped out of the room unnoticed.

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