âJust a bottle of beer.â Chris also thought he was a little strange tonight. âItâs weird, I usually donât feel anything even after drinking a dozen bottles.ââYouâd better pull over and call for a driver,â Charlotte hurriedly reminded, âYou canât violate traffic rules.ââIf we stop now, they will catch up soon.â He cautiously stared at the rearview mirror.âWhy do I feel that you are more afraid of my boss than I am?â she asked casually.His eyes flickered, but he soon justified himself. âArenât you afraid of running into him? I donât want to cause you trouble.ââDonât talk about this for now. Letâs call a driver,â she urged.âDonât worry, I know myself.âSeizing every opportunity, Chris drove the car to the suburbs at breakneck speed as if he were in a race.âWhat are you doing? You canât speed in the city. Stop now.âCharlotte turned to look at him.Heâs flushed and sweaty. Something must be wrong with him.âYou were like me that dayâ¦â She suddenly came to a realization and widened her eyes in astonishment. âDid someone drug you?ââNo wayâ¦âHe recalled carefully. The three girls clung to me. A girl kissed me but I quickly pushed her away. I then took a large glass of beer in front of me and drank it.Could I have been drugged at that time?âStop the car.â Charlotte panicked; she could feel his restlessness.âDonât be afraid, babyâ¦â Chris held her hand and kissed the back of it as he panted. âI will be responsible to you.ââYouâ¦â She became more nervous when she heard it. âDonât mess around. Letâs go to the hospital.ââYou little fool, whatâs the use of going to the hospital for this kind of thingâ¦â He looked at her tenderly. âI need an antidote; you are my antidoteâ¦ââ¦Bar DTT.Zachary sat on the silver leather chair and spun the rhodium ring on his finger.Although his face was still cold and frosty, his slightly frowning brows had exposed his thoughtsâ¦After Ben made a round of inspections, he came forward and reported, âMs. Windt indeed comes here as a singer and Mr. Broid also comes often. Fifteen minutes ago, the two left through the back door.âZachary lifted his gaze and stared at Peter coldly.Peter lowered his head and said in fear, âMr. Nacht, I didnât know Charlotte is yours, I-I thoughtâ¦ââYou thought? Do you know how many people died of these two words!âZacharyâs tone was murderous.âMr. Nacht, please donât be angry!â Peter knelt on the ground with a bang.Zachary did not do anything to him but got up and left. Without turning his head back, he ordered, âStop running the bar; it only harms people!ââYes, Sir.â Peter lowered his head and held his breath.â¦Chris parked his car in the suburbs next to a lake.When he opened the convertible, the cool breeze blew comfortably.However, Charlotte did not feel comfortable. She was distraught seeing the way Chris was acting. âI-Iâll go find a doctor for youâ¦âWith that said, she wanted to push open the car door and run away, but he grabbed her handâ¦âBaby, donât go.â He pressed a button on her seat.Charlotteâs body slowly reclined. She struggled to get up, but he turned over and put his weight on herâ¦âDonât touch me!â She screamed in horror.âWhy do you resist me so much? You are mineâ¦âHe gently stroked her hair, trying to restrain his desire and to be gentler so he would not scare her offâ¦âNoâ¦â Charlotte shook her head in a panic. Although she and gigolo had been together a long time ago and even had three children, for some reason she did not like his closeness and was instinctively resisting it.Author's Note: Hello readers, if you like my story, don't forget to follow my book and my author's page.If you want to support me or get advanced chapters, mail me on: mystories0894@gmail.com
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