"Is she really an employee of your Empire Jue?"
"Is this the first time such an incident has happened?"
Mo Nanjue leaned to one side, one hand bracing himself on the sofa. The intense pain made his whole body tremble, and he could hardly speak. Cold eyes lifting, the man looked toward the woman huddled at the other end of the sofa.
After all the talking and maneuvering for so long was it just to make him drink that drugged wine and then delay until the paparazzi arrived, to create this scene of him assaulting her?
This woman indeed had deep schemes.
Daring to plot against him, Mo Nanjue?
Good, truly excellent!
The man's state was quickly perceived by the experienced paparazzi who hurried forward, their questions cautious but extremely pointed, "Young Master Jue, are these symptoms because you've used drugs?"
"Is tonight's assault because you couldn't control yourself after using drugs?"
"Did you get the drugs from Qianhuan, or did you obtain them through other means?"
