Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1019

Wayne let out a quiet sigh. "If it were any other woman, your usual methods would suffice. But Violet isn't just any woman. Ordinary drugs won't work on her." Yuvan raised a brow. "Aren't all these drugs supposed to stir desire? What's different about yours?"

"Strictly speaking, Your Highness, your usual drug doesn't evoke real desire-it merely awakens physical urges. My concoction, however, is a type of parasitic toxin. It numbs the brain, and after... intimacy, it causes the victim to develop an emotional attachment to their partner," Wayne explained. Yuvan's face lit up with delight. "That sounds like a miracle drug! Why didn't you give it to me sooner? If she becomes attached to me, what I desire will naturally become her desire as well."

Wayne smiled bitterly. "Your Highness, this so-called emotional attachment goes against one's free will. It can only last for a short time."

"How long?" Yuvan asked.

"Ten days, maybe half a month at most."

Yuvan's eyes gleamed darkly as he took the vial. "And what happens if I administer another dose after the effects fade? Wouldn't that extend the attachment indefinitely?"

Wayne frowned. "This is still poison, Your Highness. Prolonged use will harm the body. There have been cases where someone was dosed three times and became mentally impaired afterward. Too many doses could lead to irreversible brain damage, leaving one utterly incapacitated or even dead."

turned cold and predatory. "An imbecile would be even easier to control.

and outcomes are up to the heavens, hinging an entire scheme on controlling a single person is far too risky. It could

the Spencer family and Carissa completely back down.

to Yuvan. Even if it was fleeting, as long as she stood by his side at a critical moment, the people from Hell Monarch Estate would be less likely to make things difficult for him. The priority now was finding a way to retreat to Valken. Once they

felt the plan was dangerously

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