The Queen They Buried

Chapter 300

Kurtis’s business covers all sorts of things, so aphrodisiacs were nothing new to him. He instantly realized, “Someone has spiked this room with a love potion.”

“Isn’t this your turf?” Bowen retorted. He was no stranger to such schemes. He’d taken counteragents before. While they couldn’t completely block the effects, at least they kept him from losing his mind entirely.

It clearly wasn’t Kurtis’s first time dealing with a setup like this. Bowen’s kick jolted him back to his senses, and without hesitation, he bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, using the sharp pain to snap himself awake.

However, Aubree was different. No matter how much she’d endured in her past life, her current body was still too delicate, completely defenseless against such a potent drug.

With her last shred of sanity, Aubree huddled into a tight ball, gritting her teeth fiercely to keep herself from lunging at anyone nearby.

Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, desire clouded all reason. It was impossible to tell who was who, or even whether they were male or female. Otherwise, Kurtis wouldn’t have lunged at Bowen in the first place.

All three of them were now in grave danger here.

It is my place,” Kurtis admitted with a sigh, “but I never expected someone could get their hands in here.” Since it was a party dinner, many of his artists were on board the cruise ship to set the mood. Naturally, every detail in the private room–the lighting, the scents–had been carefully designed for the occasion.

didn’t notice anything amiss when he entered the private

cut in, his voice tense. “Wait, the

tersely. There was no time for arguments now. If their current situation

arms. “I’ll take Bree to hide in the restroom. You hold

and thought, ‘The guy really thinks highly of me. I was never a saint to begin

door shut, Kurtis snatched the wine glass from the table, dousing himself with half its contents before smashing the remainder, glass and all, onto

legs tightly, desperately trying to conceal the surging desire coursing through him. He ripped off his

them, his eyes

every bit like a man driven to fury by an

of reporters barged

rabid dogs in human guise. Once they caught the scent of a story, they would sink their teeth in and never

people visibly hesitated, thrown off by the

this supposed to be a juicy scandal with two guys and a girl? Why does it look more like a

passionate affair count

held some fear toward Kurtis,

getting along famously with Ms. Aubree and Mr. Turner from Rithol City. Is it true the three of you are planning a powerful