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?

did he identify

of her scheme from the

That couldn’t

she had no time to dwell on these terrifying thoughts. Lucas’s fingers coiled around her throat

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

face looked both agonized and

gaze was filled

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with such force that she crashed onto the floor,

flooded back into Sarai’s lungs in violent, agonizing gulps. She clutched

lanced through

her head, her terror-stricken

he retrieved some tissues and meticulously wiped his

action stung

complexion drained of all

a sound. She remained motionless on the cold floor, too paralyzed with fear to

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