Chapter 138

Vivian felt nausea rising in her throat.

She just wanted to escape this situation quickly, not waste time with these people.

"Get lost."

"Don't be so cold. Have a drink with me?" Chase Blanchet's greedy eyes lingered on Vivian's exquisite face. The waitress was breathtakingly beautiful.

"One drink and I can leave?" Vivian glanced at the glass on the table.

Chase smiled suggestively. "You have my word."

He eagerly handed her the glass. Vivian lowered her lashes as she accepted it, her fingertips barely touching the rim.

An unusual scent mingled with the alcohol.

Vivian's lips curved slightly. "Drinking alone is boring."

Chase seized the opportunity to grab her hand, his rough thumb stroking her skin. "This makes it more interesting."

"Am I beautiful?" Vivian suddenly looked up.

As Chase opened his mouth to answer, she gripped his chin.

The glass tilted, pouring cold liquid down his throat.

"You—!" He coughed violently but had already swallowed most of it.

"You're not worthy." Vivian released him with a disdainful look.

Chase's expression turned strangely euphoric. "Call me names again. I love it."

Vivian frowned.

Psychopath.

She turned to leave when an odd sensation hit her.

Heat spread through her body. Her skin burned.

She quickly checked her pulse. Her heartbeat raced abnormally.

"Feeling it now, wildcat?" Chase licked his lips.

"What did you do?" Vivian demanded sharply.

"Smell your hand." He smirked triumphantly.

A faint, elusive fragrance lingered on her skin.

Vivian's pupils constricted.

The drug was absorbed through contact!

She shoved Chase away, only to find herself surrounded by bodyguards.

"Grab her!"

Vivian smirked.

She'd grown rusty from inactivity. A fatal mistake.

Her fists and feet moved like wind. Attackers fell one after another.

Chase watched, mesmerized. "So feisty! Hold her down!"

More bodyguards swarmed in.

Vivian yanked off her bowtie. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall.

Tonight, she'd teach these men the meaning of regret.