Chapter 1157:

“L-Lucas… W-What’s happening?” she stammered.

Lucas let out a low, derisive chuckle, his expression darkening, his voice as cold as ice.

“Lucas? You think you have the right to address me so casually?”

His grip around her throat tightened.

“You must have a death wish,” he said coldly.

“Please—Mr. Clark—I was wrong!” Sarai choked out, sheer panic flashing in her wide eyes.

At this point, she understood everything.

Lucas had never been drugged. He had been putting on an act all along.

But the real question was—how had he anticipated her plan so precisely?

identify the

her scheme from

couldn’t

to dwell on these terrifying thoughts. Lucas’s fingers coiled around her throat

desperately at his iron grip. The veins in her forehead bulged, her vision blurred, and a suffocating

both agonized

was filled with

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away with such force that she crashed onto the floor, landing painfully on her

back into Sarai’s lungs in violent, agonizing gulps. She clutched her throat, coughing uncontrollably, her body wracked

through

lifted her head, her terror-stricken

his hands, his movements slow. He wore a dark expression, as if he

action stung Sarai

drained of all

in her chest, yet she dared not make a sound. She remained motionless on the cold floor, too paralyzed with fear to

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