Chapter 378: Mr. Foley Is Blind

Outside the private room, a man wearing a black jacket and a white baseball cap leaned against the wall, with light shining down from above, obscuring his face. Only the silver metal ornament on his clothes reflected a dazzling light.

He was holding a phone and speaking in a muffled and indistinct voice from beneath his mask. “I understand, I will bring that woman to you, what’s the rush?”

As the waiter approached him, the man knew that the people inside had been drugged and fallen down. His voice became somewhat eager. “Alright, I’ll take action now.”

After hanging up quickly, he strode forward with his long legs and approached the waiter, asking, “Did they drink it?”

“Yes, I saw them drink it with my own eyes,” the waiter confirmed.

The man laughed loudly, seemingly disdainful of the naiveté and foolishness of the people inside. He kicked open the door of the private room.

His gaze sharpened.

Sure enough, the pair of them lay on the couch as if they were asleep.

As a chaotic sound of footsteps approached, Cheyenne quickly assessed how many people were coming in her mind.

Four?

Or five?

If it was four or five, she and Kelvin still had a chance of winning.

Just as she was contemplating the best time to act, Kelvin tightly grasped her wrist… He didn’t open his eyes or say a word… but his subtle gesture made it clear to Cheyenne what he wanted to convey. She gave up struggling.

The man in the black jacket looked on in surprise as the two of them held hands. He sneered and reached out his rough hand to touch Cheyenne’s smooth and rounded shoulder.

Lawrence, you have finally fallen into my hands. With such a perfect figure, it would be

who

his touch, Cheyenne couldn’t help but freeze for a moment when she heard him call

that business card to lure her

be so certain that she

it was Sam before, but this man’s voice didn’t

And his scent…

a person’s scent

while this man approaching her exuded a strong mix of tobacco, alcohol, and a heavy perfume. Only

possible answer gradually formed in

was the Aidan she

subsided, a surge of impatience and a longing to capture him welled up

them away,”

two “unconscious” individuals were carried away, and Cheyenne faintly sensed that she was back on the floor minus

to leave first.

the masked men let out a coarse and lewd chuckle. “Aidan, can we have some

able to resist it. Her chest was even bigger than those female anchors online. Her waist was defined, her legs were a

wait until I’m tired of playing. I’ve been

thing. Aidan was usually generous, and after he slept with a woman, he would

time wouldn’t be

won’t disturb you

squint her eyes and open

Kelvin

frost-edged blades, as he stared at Aidan’s retreating figure, emitting a trace

so angry, and she couldn’t help

guy really

Why?

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