A name spoken in such a hazy state of consciousness spoke volumes about its bearer’s significance in his heart.

Rhea had pieced together Marcus’ intentions the moment he gravitated towards the elevator.

His room here was no secret to her; she had visited it in the past.

She arrived at the other end of the corridor via a separate elevator, counting her lucky stars.

Fate smiled upon her again as she encountered a cleaning lady nearby. Recognizing her as Marcus’ friend, the cleaning lady, unsuspecting of Rhea’s intentions, permitted her entry to retrieve some files for Marcus before proceeding with her own chores.

“Why have you fallen silent?”

was like a refreshing oasis in the scorching desert of his desire, extinguishing the

last vestiges of rationality. He was aware that Millie

was taking hold of him; his hand was moving of its own accord,

creeping sense of discrepancy began to nag at him. Millie’s nose was more pronounced, and her chin was less

gather his wits and bellow, “Who are you?

aback but bit her tongue, choosing to press closer to

betray her identity and shatter her

of reason? Shouldn’t he have succumbed to

the subsequent moment, Rhea found her chin imprisoned in a vice-like grip as Marcus thundered, “Who are

pain, unable to fathom how Marcus, under the influence of the drug, possessed such remarkable strength. Her

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