Brody stepped aside, his hand gently cupping Gillian’s cheek, directing her gaze toward the front door.

There, Percival and Vivienne stood, arm in arm, beaming at her with the radiant joy of a blooming bouquet.

Gillian’s eyes widened in disbelief, unable to comprehend the spectacle before her.

What on earth was happening?

Hadn’t Percival taken the bait already?

How could this be?

Where in the world was she?

With a casual wave, Percival called out to Gillian, “Don’t just hop into a stranger’s ride.”

With that, he wrapped his arm around Vivienne’s waist, and they strolled away.

Despair engulfed Gillian. It felt like she was staring into an abyss that was her life’s end.

But unbeknownst to her, dying wouldn’t be easy—not with Brody holding the reins.

Brody fished out a spray bottle from Gillian’s purse, examining it with a smirk, “Whoa, isn’t this the powerful aphrodisiac I whipped up a few years back? Just a drop, and it’ll have you in a frenzy of desire.”

Swallowing hard, Gillian glared defiantly, “What… what do you plan to do with me? I’m warning you, don’t you dare touch me!”

Brody let out a scoff. “Lady, are you for real? Even if I were desperate to hit the sack with you, you’d be the one getting lucky. Where’s this confidence coming from?”

With that, he sprayed half the bottle on Gillian’s lower body. “I’ve never seen someone that eager, and I’m curious.”

In a mere second, Gillian was writhing in agony, her cries filled with torment. It was hell.

Brody relished her suffering, his gaze shifting to the curious Calista as a wicked idea took root.

“Calista,” he said slyly, “this lady here is crazy about Percival. It’s because of her that he ditched you.”

Gillian, fists flying. “Vivienne, you bitch, I’m going to

Gillian grabbed Calista’s hands, directing

was relentless, nearly tearing Gillian

soon drenched in blood. Yet the two women, one crazed, the other delirious, continued

arrival in Rivenwood, she had

her

the sidelines, finding the spectacle immensely entertaining. “Gillian’s

had left the YQ Research Center and approached

the car door, Percival grasped her wrist. “I’ve

such a spendthrift,” Vivienne

her right, this car was a recent splurge

suit jacket, tossing it along with

car and jacket. They’re

chuckled. “All this fuss

not nothing,”

had touched was no longer fit for his Vivienne. The thought of her being sullied by such

in agreement. “Alright, we’ll do it your

wheeled up another car.

barely settled in when her phone rang with an unknown

was private, and she rarely received unsolicited calls. Who

at Percival, she answered

Vivienne, it’s really you! I’m in an M State

“Hand it over.”

one young and anxious, the other

Vivienne found the second voice oddly

“Carl?”

before saying, “Yes, it’s me, Vivienne. Come

line went dead before he

redialed, but there

sanatorium in M State? Why does that ring

would Carl call her, urging

signal,

head out of the

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