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.

here is crazy about

composure shattered in an instant, and she lunged at Gillian, fists flying. "Vivienne, you bitch, I'm going to kill

reason, Gillian grabbed Calista's hands, directing them toward

was relentless, nearly tearing

one crazed, the other delirious, continued their struggle, oblivious to the chaos. Poor Gillian. Since her arrival in Rivenwood,

her fate seemed

finding the spectacle immensely entertaining. "Gillian's gonna make one

and Vivienne had left the YQ Research Center and approached

her wrist. "I've given this

a recent splurge by Percival. When had he become

the scolding, disdainfully shed his suit jacket, tossing it along with the car

touched this car and

this

nothing,"

her being sullied by such contact was

Thomas wheeled up another car. "Mr.

had barely settled in when her

was private, and she rarely

at Percival, she answered

I'm in an M

"Hand it over."

came through the call, one young and anxious, the other frail and unsteady, as if recovering from a serious illness. Yet, Vivienne

"Carl?"

a moment before saying, "Yes, it's me, Vivienne. Come quickly,

went dead before he could

there was

Who was that? A sanatorium in M

Carl call

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