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    Lise’s cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were zed. She clung to Neil’s neck with one arm while tugging at her clothes with the other.

    “Neil, I want you,” she murmured, her voice heavy with longing.

    Those around them grasped what was happening, but they were shocked that Lise would express such desires so openly in that moment.

    Neil was taken aback.

    As he forcefully tried to detach Lise, he gritted his teeth and warned, “Lise, control yourself! We’re in public!”

    However, Lise, seemingly unaware of her surroundings, continued to press against Neil like a twisting snake. “Neil, Neil, don’t you desire me?”

    The scene left everyone around them stunned. Meanwhile, Katelyn’s eyes narrowed as a realization struck her.

    Lise’s behavior was unlike her usual self, and such public actions seemedpletely out of character. The only usible exnation was that she must have been drugged.

    Katelyn suddenly remembered the unidentified substance in the spray bottle—could it have been an aphrodisiac?

    Most of it had been sprayed on Lise, exining her immediate and intense reaction.

    What would be of Katelyn, who had also been exposed to the spray?

    As Katelyn pondered this, she began to feel a burning sensation in her lower abdomen that started to spread, threatening to overwhelm her.

    Her pupils dted, and her heart sank as she felt the drug’s effects intensifying. The drug was powerful enough to strip her of self-control and induce such embarrassing behavior. Katelyn knew she needed to leave immediately.

    Katelyn straightened up, intent on getting out, but her legs gave way as soon as she tried to walk, causing her to stumble backward.

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    Thankfully, Vincent was quick to catch her, preventing her from falling.

    Yet, this contact only fueled Katelyn’s growing disarray. In her current state, she felt like a live ember, and Vincent, like dry tinder, only worsened the mes. Thebination of dry tinder and a zing fire made the situation nearly unmanageable.

    Vincent quickly sensed that something was wrong with Katelyn. Her face was unusually flushed, and her eyes were misty. Her lips, slightly parted, were as inviting as ripe cherries, beckoning irresistibly.

    Katelyn’s thoughts were scattered. All she could focus on was staying close to Vincent. His scent was overwhelmingly enticing, driving her to hold onto him tightly and seek even more closeness.

    “What’s wrong with you?” Vincent inquired, his face marked with concern as he gently touched Katelyn’s cheek.

    But she seemed oblivious to his question, intent only on embracing him, mirroring Lise’s behavior nearby. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Vincent scooped Katelyn into his arms and hurried toward the exit.

    Thankfully, themotion involving Neil and Lise had drawn the crowd’s attention, allowing them some privacy. Samuel opened the door. As Vincent approached with Katelyn in his arms, he instructed sharply, “To the hospital!”

    ustomed to the ruthlessness of corporate tactics over the years, Vincent quickly linked Katelyn’s symptoms to the mysterious liquid in the spray bottle. Katelyn had obviously been drugged with an aphrodisiac.

    “Yes, Mr. Adams,” Samuel responded without further question, immediately heading for the hospital.

    However, they were on the outskirts of the city, and it would take at least half an hour to reach the nearest medical facility. Despite the urgency, Vincent found himself in a difficult position, unable to restrain Katelyn’s advances.

    Katelyn, dressed in a sleeveless gown, now had no regard for modesty. Her legs were draped over Vincent as she clung to his arm. “Mr. Adams…” she purred softly.

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