Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 65 The Show Begins

Joseph reached out with his hand and intended to take the woman before him.

Nonetheless, Nicole no longer had the fragile look and seeing as his hand was extending over to her, she swiftly stood up and took a step back to dodge the man’s perverted hand. She revealed a glower as she realized what was happening after having sensed the sweet aroma wafting in the air. Apparently, drugs were planted in this room. Isn’t Lydia so thorough with her tricks?

He, on the other hand, had no idea what had happened to himself. All he felt when Nicole entered was the desire violently gushing within him and tempting him to violate the woman in front of him. As his vision was filtered by charm, he ogled at Nicole with his lecherous eyes. “Oh, Nicole, stop pretending!”

him unconscious on the ground. She leered at him with stony eyes before turning to the door and twisting the knob, only to find out the door wasn’t locked from the other side. Those *ssholes must think

her crumpled dress as rage flashed across her inky eyes. She initially thought Queenie and Lydia called her over to flaunt their strengths, but little did she expect that they would actually prepare such a filthy,

fists. She had always been a neutral, uninvasive woman, but since the Andersons had pulled

her room before going downstairs. However, right when she stood up, she felt a strike on her nape, and before she could scream for help, her entire body

felt like she was being crushed by a gargantuan boulder. She forced her eyelids open, only to discover that the person before her was Joseph. At this moment, Joseph, overwhelmed by lust, was reaching over with his hands to disrobe her. Immediately, she began to shriek as she forcibly shoved the man away, yelling at the top of her lungs, “Look closely, Joseph! It’s

waited for a long time in the room, lowered his head and gazed at the woman with his immensely lecherous eyes. He revealed a smirk before he huffed fiery air out of his mouth. “Who cares? You’re both b*tches anyway. Weren’t you trying to sleep with me before changing your target to President Gardner? Well, lucky you, I’m

of her strength, but the fragrance in the room grew thicker as time went by and dwindled her consciousness.