Chapter 289 Let's Go Home

• "Zen Boss, I admit my mistake. Can I... can I not drink it?" Hilda gulped, her voice trembling with anxiety as she posed the question. The concoction, prepared by her mother with a potent dosage, was intended to yield a specific outcome. Consuming even half a cup was expected to render the drinker senseless, leaving behind only primal instincts...
• Zenon offered no further words, his actions speaking volumes as he reached for the gun once more, its dark barrel aimed squarely at her. Confronted once again with the chilling sight of the weapon, Hilda yielded reluctantly, her compliance born of sheer terror. "I'll do it! I'll drink it!" she exclaimed, her movements sluggish with dread as she approached the coffee table, seizing a cup and pouring out half of its contents before downing it hastily as if facing imminent death.
• Observing her compliance, Zenon checked the time, anticipation flickering in his gaze as he awaited Meredith's return. Despite the itching coursing through his body, he resolved himself to consume the remainder of the concoction, raising his head to finish everything in the glass.