Chapter <b>511 </b>


    Just then, Charlotte’s video call came through.


    Zoe nced down at the screen, and a n instantly took shape inner mind..


    She epted the call, turned off her camera, and lunged toward Sean, trying to wrap her arms around him.


    With the phone angled away, Sean couldn’t see the video interface and he was in no state to notice what she was holding. As she pressed herself against him, the microphone caught the sound of his heavy, uneven breathing.


    Just as Zoe was about to fall into his arms, Sean shoved her away.


    She let out a breathy moan, mixing it with pained gasps. “Mmm…Mr. Jasper, slow down… ah, it hurts… ah… Mr. Jasper, please, take it easy…”


    The pain was real, but she masked it with sultry, suggestive tones. It was all for Charlotte’s benefit–to make her think Sean was with another woman, to make her jealous, furious, and lose herposure.


    Charlotte hung up almost immediately.


    At that moment, Sean noticed the phone in Zoe’s hand and realized it was his. He snatched it away and saw the recently ended video call. His gaze turned ice–cold, almost murderous.


    He called back, but a pop–up appeared: “This user isn’t in your <b>contacts</b>. Video call unavable.”


    Charlotte had blocked him.


    Sean’s eyes darkened, burning with violent fury.


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    Zoe still refused to leave. Disgusted, Sean wouldn’t even touch her. He called Sam and told him toe up immediately and throw her out.


    The drug was hitting Sean hard now, heat surging through his veins and threatening to burn away what little control he had left.


    Beside him, Zoe kept up her act, moaning and trying to tempt him. In the minutes before Sam arrived, she stripped down to her underwear, doing everything she could to entice him.


    Sean didn’t spare her a nce. Instead, he grabbed a fruit knife from the table and, without hesitation<b>, </b>sliced into his own palm.


    The sharp pain cut through the haze, giving him a shred of rity.


    When Sam rushed in, he froze at the sight of Zoe in nothing but her bra and panties. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.


    “I’m so sorry, Mr. Jasper. This was a serious failure on my part,” Sam stammered.


    Inside, he was panicking. “Heaven help me. She actually drugged the boss and tried to crawl into his bed. This is it–I’m dead,” he thought nervously.


    Sean’s skin was flushed, his eyes zed with both heat and rage.


    “Get her out of here. Now,” he barked.


    Sam’s gaze flicked to Sean’s left hand, and his pulse spiked.


    Blood dripped steadily from Sean’s fingertips, staining a patch of the cream–colored carpet. In his right hand, he still held the fruit knife, its de smeared with fresh red. The sight was chilling


    Sam realized instantly what had happened. Sean had been drugged and had deliberately cut himself to fight off the effects, using pain to keep control.


    In that moment<b>, </b>Sam was already mentally picking out his own burial plot.


    <b>“</b><b>Yes</b><b>, </b><b>sir</b><b>,</b>” <b>he </b>said quickly. Without another word, he grabbed a clean bath towel from the bathroom, threw it over Zoe’s shoulders, and hoisted her up.


    He didn’t dare speak again as he carried her quickly out of the room


    Sean leaned back against the sofa, tilting his head toward the ceiling. The fire burning in his body was close to consuming what <b>was </b>left of <b>his </b>reason.


    Under his breath, almost without realizing it, he murmured, “Lott… Lottie…”