Chapter 221 Did You Set This Up

• Meanwhile, in the nightclub’s private room, Rachel’s eardrum was hurt by the sound of wine bottles shattering into pieces. “Don’t come over!” She walked around the table to evade Mr. Wayne as he approached her, but her head was getting increasingly dizzy. Something’s wrong with that glass of wine, she thought to herself. Indeed, she never expected that there would be something wrong with the glass of wine poured right in front of her.
• “Stop struggling. It’s useless. You’ll lose all your strength very soon, so you’d better behave yourself and go along with me.” Mr. Wayne took off his suit jacket and reached out his large hands to her.
• Rachel’s eyes blurred, and she fell on the carpet as she no longer had the strength to struggle. As her consciousness slowly faded away, she saw Mr. Wayne dragging her onto the bed. He began to unbutton his shirt in front of her, and his face was as greasy and disgusting as it had been six years ago. She broke down and cursed, “You’ll die a dog’s death!”